(Michael Martin Murphey and Boomer Castleman)
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Now I was driving down
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A West Texas highway
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I saw a hitchhiker
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And his thumb was pointing my way
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He didn't look suspicious
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And he didn't look any too clean
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I put on my brakes
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And I opened my door
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I could tell he was a bum
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By the muddy boot he wore
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He said I'm going down to Haskell
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Got a woman down in Abilene
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He said East Texas
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Is where I come from
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I was working a rodeo out there
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And it sure got humdrum
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So I'm just traveling around
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A whole lot of Texas I've seen
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I'm mighty glad
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You were going my way
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In your brand new clothes there
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And your great big Chevrolet
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I'm going down to Haskell
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Got a woman down in Abilene
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Well he was grinning like a possum
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And a mighty happy rascal
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And he waved good-bye
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When I let him out in Haskell
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And that's about the last
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Of that old road tramp
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I ever did see
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But I'm still wishing
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To this very day
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That he had my clothes
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And my big Chevrolet
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And it was me going to Haskell
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With a woman down in Abilene
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West Texas Highway
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Lyle Lovett |