Sweet Hitch-Hiker

(album: The Long Road Home - 2006)

Was riding along side the highway,
Rolling up the countryside.
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?"

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,
Whoa, she caught my eye.
But I was rolling down, moving too fast.
"Do you wanna," she was thinking, "can it last?"

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

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?"

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

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

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

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the Greasy King...