Various Artists The Ride lyrics

Well, I was thumbin' from Montgomery
I 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 a long walk to Nashville
Would you like a ride, son?"

I sat down in the front seat
He turned on the radio
Them sad old songs comin' out of them speakers
Was solid country gold

And I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale
When he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange
About this ride

He said, "Drifter can ya 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 Cadillac
I said, "Mister, many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to call me Mister, Mister
The whole world called me Hank"

He said, "Drifter can ya 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"

He said, "Drifter can ya 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"
If you're big star bound let me warn ya
It's a long, hard ride