Sweet Hitch-Hiker (Album Version)

Sweet Hitch-Hiker (Album Version) - John Fogerty

Was riding alongside the highway

Rolling up the country side

Thinking I'm the Devil's heatwave

What you burn in your crazy mind

Saw a slight distraction

Standing by the road

Well she was standing there

Yellow in her hair

Do you wanna I was

Thinking would you care

Sweet hitch hiker

We could make music

At the Greasy King

Sweet hitch hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Cruising on through the junction

I'm flying about the speed of sound

Noticing peculiar function

There ain't no roller coaster

To show me down

I turned away to see her

Why she caught my eye

But she was rolling down

Moving too fast

Do you wanna

She is thinking can he last

Sweet hitch hiker

Could make music at the Greasy King

Sweet hitch hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Was busted up along the highway

I'm the saddest riding fool alive

Wond ring if you're going my way

Won't you give the poor boy a ride

Here she comes a riding

Man she's flying high

But she was rolling down

Moving too fast

Do you wanna

She is thinking can he last

Sweet hitch hiker

We could make music

At the Greasy King

Sweet hitch hiker

Won't you ride on

My fast machine

Sweet hitch hiker

We could make music

At the Greasy King

Sweet hitch hiker

Won't you ride on

My fast machine