(Spoken Intro: There was a time in the days of our glorious west when a sun-baked cowboy would come ridin' his horse into town and he'd be sweating and tired, and he never did get a good welcome, 'specially from the sheriff. That cowboy was a hero to nobody but kids and girls. For a while it looked like the modern day cowboy was going to be the truck drivers, but the damn trucks kept getting bigger and the runs kept getting longer and the union moved in. And I guess the modern day cowboy would have to be what we call the motorcycle rider.)
Does anyone know of a girl who might like
A tired old boy on a rusty old bike...
Who just pulled in today from the Florida glades
And just got to stop and rest awhile...
And rest awhile.
Does anyone know of someone who can use
A hard working fool who don't never touch booze
And whose only vice is a roll of the dice
And who's just got to stop and rest awhile...
And rest awhile.
Easy there, lady, I don't want no trouble.
I'll pay for my chili and leave.
Easy there, mister, I got the money,
And if I was you, I'd let go of my sleeve.
Does anyone know of a place I can sleep...
Where I won't hear the cry of the wind as she weeps...
A poor wandering soul who got no place to go...
And just got to stop and rest awhile...
And rest awhile?
No, fellas, you can't have a ride,
'Cause my bike and my girls I don't share.
Hey, Sheriff, thank you for stopping
And being concerned 'bout the length of my hair.
Can anyone lend me a half tank of gas?
And I guess that a smile would be too much to ask,
'Cause your warm friendly town don't want my kind around.
And I guess I can't stop and rest awhile...
And rest awhile.
Hello, momma, your boy's coming home,
'Cause my bike and my dreams all got wrecked.
No, momma, don't hang up the phone.
I'm sorry that I had to call you collect.
Can anyone lend me a half tank of gas?
I guess that a smile would be too much to ask.
Your warm friendly town don't want my kind around.
I guess I won't stop and rest awhile...
And rest awhile.