The Ride Lyrics - David Allan Coe

When I was thumbing from Montgomery 

I had my guitar on my back 

When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac 

He was dressed like 1950 

Half drunk and hollow eyed 

He said it's a long walk to Nashville 

Would you like a ride? Son 

Well, I sat down in the front seat 

He turned on the radio 

And them sad old songs coming outta them speakers was solid country gold 

Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale 

When I asked him for a light 

And I knew there was something strange about this ride 

He said, "Mister, can you make folks cry when you play and sing? 

Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues? 

Can you bend them guitar strings?" 

He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 

'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn you it's a long hard ride" 

Then he cried just south of Nashville 

And he turned that car around 

He said, "This is where you get off, boy 

'Cause I'm goin' back to Alabam" 

And as I stepped outta that Cadillac 

I said, "Mister, many thanks" 

He said, "You don't have to call me mister, mister 

The whole world calls me Hank" 

He said, "Mister, can you make folks cry when you play and sing? 

Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues? 

Can you bend them guitar strings?" 

He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 

'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn you it's a long hard ride" 

He said, "Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sing? 

Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? 

Can you bend them, guitar strings?" 

He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 

'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn you, it's a long, hard ride" 

If you're big star bound let me warn you it's a long, hard ride