(Lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1969)
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See the man on the black top highway movin' past a no man's land.
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All alone on the black top highway. Movin' just as fast as he can, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb.
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Left his home down in Macon, Georgia. Left the shade of an old oak tree.
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Got his dreams in his left front pocket. Got his eye squinted towards the sea, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb.
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He don't care where the road goes, just as long as he gets his ride. And he don't care 'bout food and water.
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He just lets his conscience be his guide, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb.
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Left his sister and his mama cryin' (cryin'), beggin' him not to leave that day (leave that day).
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Said he'd write but they knew he was a-lyin' (lyin'). Got no razor, got no pay, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb.
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Ridin' Thumb
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| Seals & Crofts |
