Cold and lonely on the road
Lord I wish I had a hole to climb in
Summer's warm rain sure ain't coming
and it seems to me that I'm thumbing again
Standing by a midnight highway
Excuse me sir, are you going my way?
On and on, the endless white line goes
Tired and hungry once again
The sleet keeps coming down on top of me
All the time I keep wishing
I had me a warm coat and hat so I could see
Standing by a midnight highway
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