Ridin’ Thumb Exile (Band)

See the man on the blacktop highway
Movin'  down to no man's land
See  the man on the blacktop highway
Movin' 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
Left his dreams in his left front pocket
Squinted  his eyes towards the sea
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb

He don't care where the road goes
As long as he gets his high
He  don't care what's in the water
He just lets his conscience be his guide
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb

Left his sister and his mama cryin' (cryin')
Beggin' him not to leave that day (leave that day)
Said he's bright and they knew he was a-lyin' (lyin')
Got no razor, got no pay
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb

He don't care where the road goes
As long as he gets his high
He don't care what's in the water
He just lets his conscience be his guide
Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb