Lyrics:

by Dickey Betts
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
transcribed by Matt Dickie
Well now times got hard
And I didnt draw the card I needed
So I proceeded to bang it on down the line
Hitchhike, turnpike
And if you got room wont you let me ride?
Just as far as youre going
And lord knowing Ill 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