D G Was ridin' along side the highway, rollin' on the country side. D Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, G what you burn in your crazy mind? D C G Saw a slight distraction standin' by the road. C A She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair. D Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care? Chorus: A Sweet Hitch-A-Hiker, G D We could make music at the Greasy King. A Sweet Hitch-A-Hiker, G Won't you ride on my fast machine? Cruising on through the junction I'm flying about the speed of sound Noticing peculiar function I'm no roller coaster, shut me down I turned away to see her Whoa! She caught my eye But I was rolling down, moving too fast “Do you want to?” she was thinking, “Can it last?” Chorus: Sweet hitch-a-hiker We could make music at the Greasy King (yeah) Sweet hitch-a-hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine? Was busted up along the highway I'm the saddest riding fool alive Wondering if you're goin' my way Won't you give a poor boy a ride? Now here she comes a-riding Lord, she's flying high She was rolling down, moving too fast “Do you want to?” she was thinking, “Can I last?” Chorus: Sweet hitch-a-hiker We could make music at the Greasy King Sweet hitch-a-hiker Won't you ride on my fast machine? - x3 Sweet hitch-a-hiker We could make music at the Greasy King | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D G |