Well i was thumbin' from montgemery
had my guitar on my back.
When a stranger stopped beside
me in an antique cadillac.
He was dressed like nineteen fifty,
half drunk and hollow eyed.
He it's a long walk to nashville, would you like a ride son
I sat down in the front seat,
he turned on the radio.
And them sad old songs coming 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 somthin' strange about this ride.
Chours:
He said drifter can make folks cry when you play and sing,
Have you payed 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 your 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 of boy,
because i'm going back to alabam.
As i stepped out of that cadillac,
I said mr. many things,
He said "you don't have to call me Mr. Mr,
the whole world called me hank.
Chours 2x
If your big star bound let me warn ya,
it's a long hard ride.
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