Track byCreedence Clearwater Revival
Was ridin' along side the highway, Rollin' up the countryside. 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, Whoa, 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? Sweet hitch-a-hiker, We could make music at the Greasy King...