Lyric 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?