Текст песни Creedence Clearwater Revival - Sweet Hitch-Hiker
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Sweet Hitch-Hiker слова песни
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?