Текст (слова) песни: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Sweet Hitch-Hiker
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 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. 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 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?
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