| Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
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| Thinkin' I’m the devil’s heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
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| Saw a slight distraction standin' by the road;
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| She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
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| Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care.
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| CHORUS:
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| Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,
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| We could make music at the Greasy King.
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| Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker,
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| Won’t you ride on my fast machine?
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| Cruisin' on thru the junction, I’m flyin' 'bout the speed of sound,
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| Noticin' peculiar function, I ain’t no roller coaster show me down.
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| I turned away to see her, Woa! |
| she caught my eye,
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| But I was rollin' down, movin' too fast;
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| Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can it last.
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| CHORUS
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| Was busted up along the highway, I’m the saddest ridin' fool alive.
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| Wond’ring if you’re goin' in my way, won’t you give a poor boy a ride?
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| Here she comes a ridin', Lord, She’s flyin' high.
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| But she was rollin' down, movin' too fast;
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| Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can I last.
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| CHORUS
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