The road wanders off to where
As he's driving out to there
For his reasons
Which are aiming
All to good.
On the roadway, near the side
Stands one hitching for a ride
Why not offer
To share comp'ny
For a while?
"How's it goin?" "How are you?"
"Is there something I can do,
Help to repay
For the kindness
That you give?"
"Oh, that's okay." "I'm on a
Trip that's boring." "Now I'll talk
To you rather
Than to myself
Don't you see?"
"My, that's really nice, and I
Can help un-bore it for you."
"Take that exit
Just up ahead."
"We'll have fun!"
In a tavern with a who*e,
In a bar-room, "Punch that dink!"
Have a party
It's your pleasure
You should find.
"Hey now!" "C'mon!" We'll just hit
One more party, then it's back
On your highway
Get back goin'
On your track."
Now he's drunken and he's sick
And he really can't find why
He had detoured
What the devil
Had he done?
The one hitching now does drive;
And he forgot "where" is "there"
It's no matter,
Keep on truckin'
What the hell!
And the hissing from the tires
Mark the pa**ing of the miles
As the seasons
Mark the pa**ing
Of the years.