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.
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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.
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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.
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