| Standin' by a snow drift in the pale moonlight | |
| Hitchhikin' west on a highway at night | |
| Tryin' to get to Frisco lookin' for my girl | |
| Here comes a trucker, hope he don't mind my long curls | |
| I remember years ago hitchin' this same road | |
| Never saw a trucker leave a man out in the cold | |
| No riders sign on the window never meant a thing | |
| Nowadays they just roll on lookin' kind of mean | |
| Kind of makes me wonder, scratch my head and kick the snow | |
| Four years of overseas who are these strangers in my home | |
| Where are the country people does anybody know | |
| Do you remember the Americans where did they go | |
| Were they simply bought and sold |