The Ride

I was stumblin' my way from Montgomery,
had my guitar on my back,
when a stranger pulled up beside me,
in an antique cadillac,
he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed,
said its a long walk to Nashville,
would ya like a ride son,
well i climbed up in the front seat,
and he turned on the radio,
and there was sad ole' 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 i knew there was something strange about this ride,
he said drifter can ya make folks cry when ya play and sing,
have ya paid your dues, can ya moan the blues, can
ya bend them guitar strings,
he said boy can make folks feel what ya feel inside,
cause if your big star bound,
let me warn ya, its a long hard ride…
well he cried just south of Nashiville,
and he turned that car around, he said this is where you get off boy,
cause im goin back to Alabam,
well i climbed out of that cadillac and i said mister many thanks,
he said you dont
have to call me mister, mister, the whole world calls me Hank…
he said, drifter can make folks cry when ya play and sing,
have ya paid your dues, can ya moan the blues,
can ya bend them guitar strings,
he said boy can make folks feel what ya feel inside,
cause if ya big star bound let me warn ya, its a long hard ride,
he said, drifter can ya make folks cry when ya play and sing,
have ya paid your dues can ya moan the blues,
can ya bend them guitar strings,
he said boy can ya make folks feel what ya feel inside,
cause if your big star bound
let me warn ya, its a long hard ride…
if your big star bound, let me warn ya…
I got it covered baby!!!