Turnpike Tom Steve Goodman

First time I met old Turnpike Tom
Sittin' in a diner in Bloomington
He said "Are you going my way?"
He had a sleeping bag and his hat was torn
And both his thumbs were two feet long
From years of hitchin' on the hi-way
He said "Mister, won't you give me a ride
I'm a wanted man lookin' for a place to hide"
Oh, we finished the coffee and we got in the car
We drove off and hadn't gone far
When Tom began to tell me his sad story...

He said "Long around 1942
Buddy, I robbed a bank in Kalamazoo
Just to get enough money to marry my true darlin'
But she died when she heard what I had done
And ever since I've been on the run
Standing on the hi-ways a callin'
A callin' mister won't you give me a ride
I'm a wanted man lookin' for a place to hide"
Said "Now I'm gettin' old and ready to die
Too tired to run and too sick to try
And soon I'll be hitchin' upstairs in the skyway..."

[spoken]
Oh, play that again...