I was thumbin` from montgomery Had my guitar on my back When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac Well he was dressed like 1950 Half drunk and hollow-eyed Said "Its a long walk to Nashville Would you like a ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio Them sad old songs comin` out of them speakers was solid country gold And 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
(Chorus) 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, its a long, hard ride"
Well he cried just south of Nashville And he turned that car around He said "This is where you get off boy, 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
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If you`re big star bound Let me warn ya its a long, hard ride
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