Creedence Clearwater Revival – Sweet Hitch Hiker


Do you want to, I was thinkin’, would you care.
We could make music at the Greasy King.

Was busted up along the highway, I’m the saddest ridin’ fool alive.

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won’t you ride on my fast machine?

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,

Wond’ring if you’re goin’ in my way, won’t you give a poor boy a ride?

We could make music at the Greasy King.
Won’t you ride on my fast machine?
Won’t you ride on my fast machine?
We could make music at the Greasy King.
We could make music at the Greasy King.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Won’t you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin’ on through the junction, I’m flyin’ ’bout the speed of sound,
But I was rollin’ down, movin’ too fast;
Do you want to, she was thinkin’ can it last.
Won’t you ride on my fast machine?
Noticin’ peculiar function, I ain’t no roller coaster show me down.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
But she was rollin’ down, movin’ too fast;
Saw a slight distraction standin’ by the road;
We could make music at the Greasy King.
Do you want to, she was thinkin’ can I last.
she caught my eye, I turned away to see her, woa!
Was ridin’ along side the highway, rollin’ up the country side.
She was smilin’ there, yellow in her hair;
Here she comes a ridin’, lord, she’s flyin’ high.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Thinkin’ I’m the devil’s heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,