Finally Got a Ride, Some Old Broad Down From Santa Fe.
She Was a Real Go-getter.
She Drawled So Sweetly, "I Think, Child, That Things'll Get Better."
We Pulled Off the Highway, Night Black As a Widow.
"Yeah, I Read the Bible," She Said, "I Wanna Know of You."
Hey, I Think I've Got a Live One,
Hey, I Think I've Got a Live One, Yeah, Yeah,
I Think I've Got a Live One.
Felt Like I Was Hit By a Diesel Or a Greyhound Bus.
She Was no Baby-sitter.
"Get Up, Sugar, Never Thought You'd Be a Quitter."
I Opened the Back Door, She Was Greedy.
I Ran Through the Desert, She Was Chasin'.
No Time to Get Dressed, So I Was Naked, Stranded in Chihuahua.
Hey, I Think I've Got a Live One,
Hey, I Think I've Got a Live One,
Hey, Hey, I Think I've Got a Live One,
Alone, Raped and Freezin',
Alone Cold and Sneezin',
Alone Down in Mexico,
Alone.
