Let Me Ride — текст песни (Allman Brothers Band, The)

by Dickey Betts
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.

Well now times got hard
And I didn`t draw the card I needed
So I proceeded to bang it on down the line
Hitchhike, turnpike
And if you got room won`t you let me ride?
Just as far as you`re going
And lord knowing I`ll be much obliged.

There was a light rain falling
I started recalling how lonesome a man can be
Feeling a chill When over the hill
Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Stop on a dime
I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside
Big Blue eyes said Hey boy don`t you want a ride?

I Said to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me.
Don`t you know what I mean?
I`m coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, [na na.]
Mama won`t you let me ride?

Well now black fur coat, diamond ring
Shining like something I ain`t ever seen.
My old guitar and a roadside bar.
Walked in the door looking like a movie queen
There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor
She said I ain`t ever seen nothing like this before.
I said, That`s all right, mama won`t you let me ride?

On down to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee wiil do fine with me.
Don`t you know what I mean?
I`m coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, [na na.]
Mama won`t you let me ride?