See the man on the black top highway

Moving to no man's land

All alone on the black top highway

Moving just as fast as he can
Ridin' thumb  ridin' thumb

Left his home down in Macon  Georgia

Left the shade of an old oak tree  tree

Got his dreams in his left front pocket

Got his eyes squinted towards the sea
Ridin' thumb  ridin' thumb

He don't care where the wind blows

Just as long as he gets his ride

And he don't care for food and water

Just lets his conscience be his guide
Ridin' thumb

Left his sisters and mama crying

Beggin him not to leave that day

Said he'd write but they knew he was lying

Got no razor  got no blade

Ridin' thumb  ridin' thumb