Was ridin' along side the highway
Rollin' up the country side
Thinkin' I'm the devils 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
Woah! 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.
Wondering 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.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comSweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?