The Ride (Live) Colt Ford

[Verse 1]
I was thumbin' from Montgomery
Had this guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
He was dressed like 1950
Half drunk and hollow-eyed
He said, "It's a long walk to Nashville
Would you like a ride, son?"
Well, I sit down in the front seat and turned on the radio
And them sad old songs comin' out of them
Speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale
When I'd asked him for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride

[Chorus]
He said, "Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues?
Can you moan the Blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?
Son, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
If you're big-star bound, let me warn you it's a long, hard ride"

[Verse 2]
Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off, boy, I'm headed back to Alabam"
When I stepped out of that Cadillac, I said, "Mister, many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to call me 'Mister', Mister
The whole world called me 'Hank'!"