Well, I was thumbing from Montgomery
I had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me
Half drunk and hollow eyed
He said, "it's a long walk to Nashville
Would you like a ride, Son?"
Well, I sat down in the front seat
And them sad old songs coming outta them
speakers was solid country gold
the stranger was ghost white pale
When I asked him for a light
And I knew there was something strange
He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cey
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel
'Cause if you're big star bound
let me warn you it's a long hard ride"
Then he cried just south of Nashville
And he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off, boy
'Cause I'm goin' back to Alabam"
As I stepped outta that Cadillac
I said, "Mister, many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to call me mister,
The whole world called me Hank"
He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cey
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel
'Cause if you're big star bound
let me warn you it's a long hard ride"
He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cey
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel
'Cause if you're big star bound
let me warn you it's a long hard ride"
let me warn you it's a long hard ride"
