(J.Seals)
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See the man on the black top highway
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Moving to no man's land
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All alone on the black top highway
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Moving just as fast as he can
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Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
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Left his home down in Macon, Georgia
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Left the shade of an old oak tree, tree
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Got his dreams in his left front pocket
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Got his eyes squinted towards the sea
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Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
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He don't care where the wind blows
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Just as long as he gets his ride
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And he don't care for food and water
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Just lets his conscience be his guide,
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Ridin' thumb
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Left his sisters and mama crying
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Beggin him not to leave that day
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Said he'd write but they knew he was lying
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Got no razor, got no blade
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Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
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Ridin' Thumb
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| Three Dog Night |
