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Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side. |
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Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind? |
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Saw a slight distraction standin' by the road; |
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She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair; |
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Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care. |
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Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker, |
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We could make music at the Greasy King. |
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Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker, |
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Won't you ride on my fast machine? |
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Cruisin' on thru the junction, I'm flyin' 'bout the speed of sound, |
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Noticin' peculiar function, I ain't no roller coaster show me down. |
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I turned away to see her, Woa! she caught my eye, |
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But I was rollin' down, movin' too fast; |
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Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can it last. |
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Was busted up along the highway, I'm the saddest ridin' fool alive. |
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Wond'ring if you're goin' in my way, won't you give a poor boy a ride? |
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Here she comes a ridin', Lord, She's flyin' high. |
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But she was rollin' down, movin' too fast; |
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Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can I last. |
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