was riding alongside the highway
rolling up the countryside
thinking i’m the devil’s heat wave
what you burn in your crazy mind
saw a slight distraction standing by the road
she was smiling there yellow in her hair
do you want to i was thinking would you care
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
sweet hitchahiker
won’t you ride on my fast machine
cruising on through the junction
i’m flying about the speed of sound
noticing peculiar function
i’m no roller coaster show me down
i turned away to see her
whoa she caught my eye
but i was rolling down moving too fast
do you want to she was thinking can it last
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
sweet hitchahiker
won’t you ride on my fast machine
was busted up along the highway
i’m the saddest riding fool alive
wondering if you’re goin’ my way
won’t you give a poor boy a ride
now here she comes ariding
lord she’s flying high
she was rolling down moving too fast
do you want to she was thinking can i last
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
sweet hitchahiker
won’t you ride on my fast machine
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
sweet hitchahiker
won’t you ride on my fast machine
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
sweet hitchahiker
won’t you ride on my fast machine
sweet hitchahiker
we could make music at the greasy king
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Year: 1971
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 143