"The Ride" lyrics

I was thumbing my way from Montgomery, had my guitar on my back
When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac
Well, he was dressed like 1950, half-drunk and hollow-eyed
Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville. Would you like a ride, son?"

Well, I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio
And them sad old songs coming outta them speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride

He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sang?
Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big-star-bound, let me warn you: it's a long hard ride."

Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off, boy
'Cause I'm going back to Alabam'."
Well, I climbed out of that Cadillac and I said, "Mister, many thanks."
He said, "You don't have to call me "mister", mister
The whole world calls me Hank."

He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sang?
Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big-star-bound, let me warn you: it's a long hard ride."

Hey, "Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sang?
Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big-star-bound, let me warn you: it's a long hard ride
If you're big-star-bound, let me warn you: it's a long hard ride
If you're big-star-bound, let me warn you..."

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