See the man on the black top highway movin' past a no man’s land
All alone on the black top highway. Movin' just as fast as he can, ridin' thumb,
ridin' thumb
Left his home down in Macon, Georgia. Left the shade of an old oak tree
Got his dreams in his left front pocket. Got his eye squinted towards the sea,
ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
He don’t care where the road goes, just as long as he gets his ride.
And he don’t care 'bout food and water
He just lets his conscience be his guide, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
Left his sister and his mama cryin' (cryin'), beggin' him not to leave that day
(leave that day)
Said he’d write but they knew he was a-lyin' (lyin'). Got no razor, got no pay,
ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb

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