Sweet Hitch-hiker Lyrics - The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection - John Fogerty

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 want to, 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 through 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 want to, 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 want to, 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?