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I was thumbin' my way from Montgomery Had my guitar on my back When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac. Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed Said: 'It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son'. Well, I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light. And knew there was somethin' strange about this ride. |
[Chorus:] He said: Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sang. Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues Can you bend them guitar strangs. He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside, Cause if your big star bound let me warn you it's a long hard ride. Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around. He said: [spoken] this is where you get off, boy |
Cause I'm going back to Alabam'. Well, I climbed out of that Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks. He said you don't have to call me mister, Mister. The whole world calls me Hank. [Chorus] |
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