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Sweet Hitch-Hiker - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Was ridin along side the highway, rollin up
the country side.
Thinkin I'm the devils heatwave, what you burn
in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight distraction standin by the road;
She was smilin there, yellow in her hair;
Do you wanna, I was thinkin, would you care.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,

We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin on thru the junction, I'm flyin bout
the speed of sound,
Noticin peculiar function, I aint no roller
coaster show me down.
I turned away to see her, woa! she caught my eye,
But I was rollin down, movin too fast;
Do you wanna, she was thinkin can it last.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,

We could make music at the greasy king.

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Was busted up along the highway, I'm the
saddest ridin fool alive.
Wondring if you're goin in my way, won't you
give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a ridin, lord, she's flyin high.
But she was rollin down, movin too fast;
Do you wanna, she was thinkin can I last.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast machine?