Sweet Hitch-hiker
Was ridin along side the highway, rollin up the country side.
Thinkin Im the devils 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.
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Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Wont you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin on thru the junction, Im flyin bout the speed of sound,
Noticin peculiar function, I aint 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.
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Was busted up along the highway, Im the saddest ridin fool alive.
Wondring if youre goin in my way, wont you give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a ridin, lord, shes flyin high.
But she was rollin down, movin too fast;
Do you wanna, she was thinkin can I last.
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song performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Added by Lucian Velea
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