by Dickey Betts

(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.

transcribed by Matt Dickie

Well now times got hard

And I didn't draw the card I needed

So I proceeded to bang it on down the line

Hitchhike, turnpike

And if you got room won't you let me ride?

Just as far as you're going

And lord knowing I'll be much obliged.



There was a light rain falling

I started recalling how lonesome a man can be

Feeling a chill When over the hill

Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac

Stop on a dime

I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside

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