| Lyrics: | If you're riding down the road and you come across an old man
holding out his thumb in the
wind.
Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn't matter, it's his eyes that tell you where he's
been.
If you're not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he might have some company to
lend.
Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He'll tell you all the crazy things
he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.
Where you headed, I don't
mind. I ain't been there in some time,
but it's just exactly where I wanna go.
I can
tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling people in from far and wide.
They never
did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always left 'em feeling good inside.
We were headed
for Montana when we hired us a dancer, her beauty it was more than I can say.
Then one summer
night she set my soul on fire, Lord, I wish that she was here with me today.
I'm an old
hitchhiker, wonder what's awaiting round the bend.
I don't know what I might see, I don't need
no guarantee,
just a ride from here to there and back again.
I was only seventeen when
I took the open highway, took it for my teacher and a friend.
I've been thirty years of
thumbing, some might call it bumming,
it's better than just crying in the wind.
If you're
driving down the road and you come across an old man,
holding out his thumb in the rain.
You
can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
he can tell you all the crazy things
he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.
Some people say I'll
settle down, build a home in some small town.
But in my heart I know I never will, I'm an old
hitchhiker. |
