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The Ride - David Allan Coe
Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery
Had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me
In an antique Cadillac
Now he was dressed like 1950
Half drunk and hollow-eyed
Said It's a long walk to Nashville
Would you like a ride son
Well I sat down in the front seat
And turned on the radio
And them sad old songs comin' out of them
Speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was
Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride
He said Drifter can ya 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 ya
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
As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said
Mr many thanks
He said You don't have to call me Mr Mr
The whole world called me Hank
He said Drifter can ya 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 ya
It's a long hard ride
He said Drifter can ya 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 ya
It's a long hard ride
If you're big star bound let me warn ya
It's a long hard ride
