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
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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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