The Ride — текст песни (Tim McGraw)

I was thumbin` my way from Montgomery

had my guitar on my back

When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.

Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed

Said: `It`s a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son`.

Well, I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio

and them sad old songs comin` outta them speakers was solid country gold.

Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.

And knew there was somethin` strange about this ride.



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He said: Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sang.

Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues

Can you bend them guitar strangs.

He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,

Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.



Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.

he said: [spoken] this is where you get off, boy

cause I`m going back to Alabam`.

Well, I climbed out of that Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks.

he said you don`t have to call me mister, Mister.

The whole world calls me Hank.



[Chorus]



[Thanks to kermie0587@yahoo.com for these lyrics]