Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side. Thinkin' I'm
the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind? Saw a slight
distraction standin' by the road; She was smilin' there, yellow in her
hair; Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care. CHORUS: Sweet
Hitch-a-Hiker, We could make music at the Greasy King. Sweet
Hitch-a-Hiker, Won't you ride on my fast machine? Cruisin' on thru the
junction, I'm flyin' 'bout the speed of sound, Noticin' 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 rollin' down, movin' too fast; Do you wanna, She
was thinkin' can it last. CHORUS Was busted up along the highway, I'm the
saddest ridin' fool alive. Wond'ring if you're goin' in my way, won't you
give a poor boy a ride? Here she comes a ridin', Lord, She's flyin'
high. But she was rollin' down, movin' too fast; Do you wanna, She was
thinkin' can I last. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS
