Well I was thumbing from Montgomery Had my guitar on my back When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac He was dressed like 1950, half drunk and holloweyed Said, Its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son? Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs coming out of them speakers was solid country gold Then I noticed the stranger was ghostwhite pale When he asked me for a light And I knew there was something strange about this ride He said Drifter can you 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 youre 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. Im goin back to Alabam. As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, Mr., many thanks He said, You dont have to call me Mister, Mister The whole world called me Hank You might also likeHe said Drifter can you 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 youre big star bound let me warn ya Its a long, hard ride He said Drifter can you 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 youre big star bound let me warn ya Its a long, hard ride If youre big star bound let me warn ya, its a long, hard ride4
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