If you're riding down the road and you come across an old man
holding out his thumb in the wind.
Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn't matter, it's his eyes

that tell you where he's been.
If you're not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he
might have some company to lend.

Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He'll tell
you all the crazy things he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.

Where you headed, I don't mind. I ain't been there in some
time,
but it's just exactly where I wanna go.


I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling
people in from far and wide.

They never did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always
left 'em feeling 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.

I'm an old hitchhiker, wonder what's awaiting round the bend.
I don't know what I might see, I don't 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.

I've been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it
bumming,
it's better than just crying in the wind.

If you're driving down the road and you come across an old
man,
holding out his thumb in the rain.

You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
he can tell you all the crazy things he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.

Some people say I'll settle down, build a home in some small
town.
But in my heart I know I never will, I'm an old hitchhiker.