(J.Seals)
See the man on the black top highway
Moving to no man's land

All alone on the black top highway
Moving just as fast as he can
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb


Left his home down in Macon, Georgia
Left the shade of an old oak tree, tree

Got his dreams in his left front pocket
Got his eyes squinted towards the sea
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb


He don't care where the wind blows
Just as long as he gets his ride

And he don't care for food and water
Just lets his conscience be his guide,
Ridin' thumb


Left his sisters and mama crying
Beggin him not to leave that day

Said he'd write but they knew he was lying
Got no razor, got no blade
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb