The Ride

<br>I was thumbin` my way from Montgomery<br><br>had my guitar on my back<br><br>When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.<br><br>Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed<br><br>Said: `It`s a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son`.<br><br>Well, I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio<br><br>and them sad old songs comin` outta them speakers was solid country gold.<br><br>Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.<br><br>And knew there was somethin` strange about this ride.<br><br><br><br>[Chorus:]</i><br><br>He said: Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sang.<br><br>Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues<br><br>Can you bend them guitar strangs.<br><br>He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,<br><br>Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.<br><br><br><br>Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.<br><br>he said: [spoken]</i> this is where you get off, boy<br><br>cause I`m going back to Alabam`.<br><br>Well, I climbed out of that Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks.<br><br>he said you don`t have to call me mister, Mister.<br><br>The whole world calls me Hank.<br><br><br><br>[Chorus]</i><br><br><br><br>[Thanks to kermie0587@yahoo.com for these lyrics]</i>