(M. M. MurpheyB. Castleman)
Now I was driving down
a West Texas highway,
I saw a
hitchhiker
and his thumb was pointing my way,
He didn't look suspicious
and he didn't
look any too clean.
I put on my brakes
and I opened my door,
I could tell he was a
bum
by the muddy boots he wore;
He said,
