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(c) 1990 cbs records, inc. |
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Transcribed by matt dickie |
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Well now times got hard |
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And i didn't draw the card i needed |
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So i proceeded to bang it on down the line |
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Hitchhike, turnpike |
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And if you got room won't you let me ride? |
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Just as far as you're going |
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And lord knowing i'll be much obliged. |
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There was a light rain falling |
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I started recalling how lonesome a man can be |
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Feeling a chill when over the hill |
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Came a brand new baby blue cadillac |
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Stop on a dime |
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I threw my guitar in the back and i climbed inside |
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Big blue eyes said "hey boy don't you want a ride?" |
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I said to birmingham, alabama, |
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Or to nashville tennessee will do just fine with me. |
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Don't you know what i mean? |
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I'm coming from new orleans. |
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Now hey, [na na.] |
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Mama won't you let me ride? |
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Well now black fur coat, diamond ring |
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Shining like something i ain't ever seen. |
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My old guitar and a roadside bar. |
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Walked in the door looking like a movie queen |
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There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor |
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She said "i ain't ever seen nothing like this before." |
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I said, "that's all right, mama won't you let me ride?" |
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On down to birmingham, alabama, |
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Or to nashville tennessee wiil do fine with me. |
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Don't you know what i mean? |
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I'm coming from new orleans. |
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Now hey, [na na.] |
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Mama won't you let me ride? |
