John Fogerty - Sweet Hitch-Hiker Lyrics

Lyrics Sweet Hitch-Hiker - John Fogerty



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?



Writer(s): Fogerty John C


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