Was ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' i'm the devil's 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.

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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 ain't 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.

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Was busted up along the highway, i'm the saddest ridin' fool alive.
Wond'ring 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.

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