by David Allen Coe
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| I was t | humbin' back from Montgomery with a g | uitar on my back |
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| When a s | tranger pulled up beside me in an a | ntique Cadillac. |
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| Well, he was d | ressed like 1950, half d | runk and hallow eyed |
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| Its a l | ong walk to Nashville, would you l | ike a ride, son. |
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| He s | at down in the front seat, and t | urned on the radio |
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| and them s | ad old songs comin' outta them speakers was so | lid country gold. |
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| T | hen I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he as | ked me for a light. |
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| And k | new there was somethin' strange about this r | ide. |
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| Well, he c | ried just south of Nashville, and he t | urned that car around. |
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| he said: t | his is where you get off, boy cause I'm g | oing back to Alabam'. |
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| I s | tepped out of that ole Cadillac and I said M | ister, many thanks. |
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| he said you d | on't have to call me mister, Mister. The w | hole world calls me Hank. |
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| Cause if your b | ig star bound let me w | arn you its a long hard r | ide. |