Sweet Hitch-Hiker Songtext

von Nordre Sving

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?.