Sweet Hitch-Hiker

(album: Mardi Gras - 1972)

Was Riding along side the highway, rolling up the country side.
Thinking I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight distraction standing by the road;
She was smiling there, yellow in her hair;
Do you wanna, I was thinking, would you care.

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Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,
We could make music at the Greasy King.
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?

Cruising on thru the junction, I'm flying 'bout the speed of sound,
Noticing peculiar function, I ain't no roller coaster show me down.
I turned away to see her, Woa! she caught my eye,
But I was rolling down, moving too fast;
Do you wanna, She was thinking can it last.

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Was busted up along the highway, I'm the saddest riding fool alive.
Wond'ring if you're going in my way, won't you give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a riding, Lord, She's flying high.
But she was rolling down, moving too fast;
Do you wanna, She was thinking can I last.

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