Ridin' Thumb

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