文本歌词

Sweet Hitch-Hiker - John Fogerty
Was ridin alongside 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
Well she was standin there
Yellow in her hair
Do you wanna I was
Thinkin 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
Cruisin on through the junction
I'm flyin bout the speed of sound
Noticin 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 rollin down
Movin too fast
Do you wanna
She is thinkin' 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 ridin' fool alive
Wond ring if you're goin' my way
Won't you give the poor boy a ride
Here she comes a ridin
Man she's flyin' high
But she was rollin down
Movin too fast
Do you wanna
She is thinkin' 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
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