Sweet Hitch-Hiker

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.



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.



Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

We could make music at the Greasy King.

Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

Won't you ride on my fast machine?



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.



Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

We could make music at the Greasy King.

Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

Won't you ride on my fast machine?



Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

We could make music at the Greasy King.

Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

Won't you ride on my fast machine?



Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

We could make music at the Greasy King.

Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,

Won't you ride on my fast machine?