Stone (The Lord Loves a Rolling Stone) Songtext
von Roger McGuinn

The Lord, he loves a rollin′ stone
He leads him around all the danger zones
And helps him get on to where he's goin′

Now, he don't ask for very much
A dream or two will always do
In a crises he makes sacrifices

The man who wears the freedom walk
He lets his eyes do all the talk
In conversation is his prized possession


On the road, the open road
He stops to flag down a diesel
A pre-war mack offered him a ride
And stone climbed into the cabin

That old bucket of bolts sure was a gas
She moaned and groaned like an old truck do
In south-bend Indiana

Stone got out at the crossroads
Said his last goodbyes
Started walkin' down a new road