I Was Thumbin' Back From Montgomery

With A Guitar On My Back

When A Stranger Pulled Up Beside Me In An Antique Cadillac.

Well, He Was Dressed Like 1950, Half Drunk And Hallow Eyed

Its A Long Walk To Nashville, Would You Like A Ride, Son.

He Sat Down In The Front Seat, And Turned On The Radio

And Them Sad Old Songs Comin' Outta Them Speakers Was Solid Country Gold.

Then I Noticed The Stranger Was Ghost White Pale When He Asked Me For A Light.

And Knew There Was Somethin' Strange About This Ride.



CHORUS:

He Said: Mister Can You Make Folks Cry When You Play And Sang.

Can You Pay Your Dues, Can You Moan The Blues

Can You Bend Them Guitar Strangs.

He Said: Boy, Can You Make Folks Feel What You Feel Inside,

Cause If Your Big Star Bound Let Me Warn You Its A Long Hard Ride.



Well, He Cried Just South Of Nashville, And He Turned That Car Around.

He Said: (spoken) This Is Where You Get Off, Boy

Cause I'm Going Back To Alabam'.

I Stepped Out Of That Ole Cadillac And I Said Mister, Many Thanks.

He Said You Don't Have To Call Me Mister, Mister.

The Whole World Calls Me Hank.



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