David Allan Coe - The ride

^DWell, I was thumbin' from Montgomery ^FHad my guitar on my back ^GWhen a stranger stopped beside me in an ^Dantique Cadillac. ^DHe was dressed like 1950, half ^Fdrunk and hollow-eyed. He ^Gsaid, "It's a long walk to Nashville. Would you li^Dke a ride, son'"

^DI sat down in the front seat. ^FHe turned on the radio, ^GAnd them sad old songs comin' out of them speakers was ^Dsolid country gold. ^DThen I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale when he ^Fasked me for a light ^GAnd I knew there was something strange about this ^Dride.

^DHe said, &^Cquot;Drifter, can you make f^Golks cry when you play^D and sing' ^DHave you paid your dues' Can you moan the Blues' ^DCan you ^Abend them guitar strings'" ^AHe said, &^Cquot;Boy, can you make f^Golks feel what you ^Dfeel inside' ^D'Cause if you're ^Cbig-star bound, let me ^Gwarn you it's a long, hard ^Dride."

^DThen he cried just south of Nashville and he ^Fturned that car around. ^FHe said, &^Gquot;This is where you get off, B^Doy, 'Cause I'm goin' back to Alabam'." ^DAs I stepped out of that Cadillac, I said, &^Fquot;Mister, many thanks." ^GHe said, "You don't have to call me 'Mister', Mister; ^DThe whole world called me 'Hank'!"

^DHe said, &^Cquot;Drifter, can you make f^Golks cry when you play^D and sing' ^DHave you paid your dues' Can you m-o-o-oan the Blues' ^DCan you ^Abend them guitar strings'" ^AHe said, &^Gquot;Boy, can you make f^Colks feel what you ^Dfeel inside' ^D'Cause if you're ^Cbig-star bound, let me ^Gwarn you it's a long, hard ^Dride." ^DHe said, &^Cquot;Drifter, can you make f^Golks cry when you play^D and sing' ^DHave you paid your dues' Can you m-o-o-oan the Blues' ^DCan you ^Abend them guitar strings'" ^AHe said, &^Gquot;Boy, can you make f^Colks feel what you ^Dfeel inside' ^D'Cause if you're ^Cbig-star bound, let me ^Gwarn you it's a long, hard ^Dride." ^DIf you're ^Cbig-star bound, let me ^Gwarn you it's a long, hard ^Dride.