Hitchin' The Blues

Pancho (and Lefty) pointed me toward the highway. By the words that were said; I listened for those big White Frieghtliners Travelling endlessly thru my head- I stood with my thumb hanging In the whistling Western wind; I could not recall where I was going Nor, where I had been- The highway is tomorrow... And those big-rigs are today; I'll catch a ride, to find where I am bound Just moving along my way- I'm out there on that freeway Hitchin' my blues away... far away; Out there somewhere, ridin' that old road Pickin' up the pieces as I go- Out there on the highway Hitchin' my blues so far, far away; Goin' down a road Just tryin' to lighten life's burden, a heavy load-