Well, I was thumbin` from Montgomery -
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`s a long walk to Nashville. Would you like a ride, son?`
I sat down in the front seat. He turned on the radio,
And them sad old songs comin` out of them speakers was solid country gold.
Then 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 you 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 you 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 you make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues?
Can you m-o-o-oan 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 you it`s a long, hard ride.`
He said, ` Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues?
Can you m-o-o-oan 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 you it`s a long, hard ride.`
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