(John C. Fogerty)
Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1971
Was Riding along side the highway, rolling up the country side.
Thinking I'm the devil's heat-wave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight distraction standing by the road;
She was smiling there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was Thinking, would you care.
We could make music at the Greasy King.
Won't you ride on my fast machine?
Cruising on through thAe junction, I'm flying 'bout the speed of sound,
Noticing peculiar function, I ain't no roller coaster show me down.
I turned away to see her, Whoa! she caught my eye,
But I was rolling down, moving too fast;
Do you want to, She was Thinking can it last.
Was busted up along the highway, I'm the saddest Riding fool alive.
Wondering if you're going in my way, won't you give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a Riding, Lord, She's flying high.
But she was rolling down, moving too fast;
Do you want to, She was thinking can I last.