Ridin' Thumb - Three Dog Night

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