Hitchhiker

If you’re driving down the road and you come across an old man,
Holding out his thumb in the wind.
His clothes are old and dirty, that doesn’t matter.
It’s his eyes that tell you where he’s been.
If you’re not afraid to take your chances on a stranger.
He might have some company to lend.
Pull off to the side, let that old man have a ride.
He can tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
I’m an old hitchhiker.
The highway is the only home I know.
Where you’re headed I don’t mind.
I ain’t been there in some time
And it’s just exactly where I want to go.
I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker.
Drawing people in from far and wide.
They never did regret the dollar that it cost them.
We always left them feeling good inside.
We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer.
Her beauty it was more than I can say.
Then one summer night she set my soul on fire.
Lord, I wish that she was here with me today
I’m an old hitchhiker.
Wonder what’s awaiting round the bend
I don’t know what I might see, I don’t need no guarantee
Just a ride from here to there and back again.
I was only seventeen when I took the open highway.
Took it for my teacher and a friend.
I’ve been thirty years a thumbing, some might call it bumming,
It’s better than just crying in the wind.
If you’re driving down the road and you come across an old man,
Holding out his thumb in the rain.
You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride.
He can tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
I’m an old hitchhiker.
Looking to the far side of the hill
Some people say I’ll settle down
Build a home in some small town
Within my heart I know I never will
I’m an old hitchhiker.