Lyrics:

by Dickey Betts (c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc. transcribed by Matt Dickie Well now times got hard And I didn't draw the card I needed So I proceeded to bang it on down the line Hitchhike, turnpike And if you got room won't you let me ride? Just as far as you're going And lord knowing I'll be much obliged. There was a light rain falling I started recalling how lonesome a man can be Feeling a chill When over the hill Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac Stop on a dime I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside Big Blue eyes said