Sweet Hitch-Hiker Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind? Saw a slight distraction standin' by the road She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin' on thru the junction, I'm flyin' 'bout the speed of sound Noticin' peculiar function, I ain't no roller coaster show me down I turned away to see her, Woa! she caught my eye But I was rollin' down, movin' too fast Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can it last
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Was busted up along the highway, I'm the saddest ridin' fool alive Wond'ring if you're goin' in my way, won't you give a poor boy a ride? Here she comes a ridin', Lord, She's flyin' high But she was rollin' down, movin' too fast Do you wanna, She was thinkin' can I last
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet Hitch-a-Hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine?
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