If your drivin down the road and you come across an old man
Holdin out his thumb in the wind
His clothes are old and dirty and dirty that doesnt matter
Its his eyes that tell where hes been
If youre not afraid to take your chances on a stranger
He might have some company to lend
Why dont you pull off to the side and let that old man have a ride
He can tell you all the crazy things hes seen
Im an old hitchhiker
The highway is the only home I know
Where youre headed I dont mind
I aint been there in some time
And its just exactly where I want to go
I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker
Drawin people in from far and wide
They never did regret the dollar that it cost em
We always left em feelin good inside
We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer
Her beauty it was more than I can say
Then one summer night she set my soul on fire
Lord, I wish that she was here with me today
Im an old hitchhiker, I wonder whats a waitin round the bend
I dont know what I might see and I dont need no guarantee
Just a ride from here to there and back again
I was only seventeen when I took the open highway
Took it for my teacher and a friend
Ive been thirty years a-thumbin
Some might call it bummin
But its better than just cryin in the wind
So if youre drivin down the road and you come across an old man holdin out his thumb in the rain
Why dont you pull off to the side let the poor boy have a ride
He can tell you all the crazy things hes seen
Im an old hitchhiker lookin to the far side of the hill
Some people say Ill settle down
Build a home in some small town
But within my heart I know I never will
Im an old hitchhiker
