The Ride

THE RIDE by David Allan Coe Intro: 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 hollow-eyed He said "It's a long walk to Nashville would you like a ride, son." I sat down in the front seat. He turned on the radio and them sad old songs comin' out of them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light And I knew there was somthin' 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 you're big star bound let me warn ya' it's 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 old Cadillac I said "Mister, many thanks." He said "You don't have to call me Mister, Mister. The whole world called me Hank." Chorus: 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya' it's a long, hard ride."