Standing out on the highway
Morning sun in my face
When some friendly stranger comes along
And I'm gone with out a trace
What's your name? Where ya goin'?
Ain't it a beautiful day?
What say we sit and talk a spell
Long as your goin' my way?
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In that old hitchin' tradition way down in my soul
Yes that old hitchin' tradition
It's pullin' at my weary bones
Telling me it's time to go on and on
There is more kindness in this world
More kindness that you meet on the road
Than all of our pitiful notions of heavenly mercy could ever hold
And the whine of the airbrakes
And the shudder the wind makes
Will chase you down in your most private haunts
Some say we do what we have to
But I say we do what we want.
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