文本歌词

Sweet Hitch-Hiker - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Was ridin along side the highway rollin up
The country side
Thinkin I'm the devils 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
Wondring 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