SWEET HITCH-HIKER (J.C. Fogerty) 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. CHORUS: 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. CHORUS 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. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS Click here to return to my CCR
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