The Ride-David Allan Coe

Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery I had my guitar on my back When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac Well he was dressed like 1950 Half drunk and hollow-eyed He said "Its a long walk to Nashville Would you like a ride son" And well I sat down in the front seat he turned on the radio Them sad old songs comin' out of them speakers was solid country gold And I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale When he asked me for a light And I knew there was something strange about this ride He said "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing Have you paid 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 you're big star bound let me warn ya its a long hard ride" Then he cried just south of Nashville And he turned that car around He said "This is where you get off boy Cause I'm goin' back to Alabam'" As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said "Mister many thanks" He said "You don't have to call me Mister Mister. The whole world called me Hank X2 If you're big star bound Let me warn ya its a long hard ride