Out of gas and feelin’ low, walkin’ down this lonesome road,

Eatin’ dust, and swallowin’ my pride;

I need a lift to get some gas, but all the cars are goin’ past,

So I’m walkin’ down the road and thumbin’ for a ride.

Inspired by a farmer’s dog, I drop my thumb and start to jog,

But which is worse, I really can’t decide;

I couldn’t run for very far, so I sacrificed my candy bar,

And I’m walkin’ down the road and thumbin’ for a ride.

Well, its Sunday morn, and church is out,

And now here comes all thee devout,

But they left the church and forgot what they learned inside;

Their big, warm smiles are real nice, but their hearts must be as cold as ice,

So I’m walkin’ down the road and thumbin’ for a ride.

A car pulls up, it’s Sheriff Grimes,

He says he’s warned me many times,

He’s sorry but the law is cut and dried;

He’s goin’ to have to run me in, but he doesn’t understand my grin,

Now I’m ridin’ down the road, at last I got a ride.