This old highway seems so lonesome
When you're going where you've been
And a lonesome song can make you cry
Time and time again
If I had listened to a friend of mine ten
Years ago today, I'd have a better job
Than what I've got today
But the billboards on the highway and the
Brakelights on the cars
Make me jump out on the highway with my bag and my guitar
If she comes or if she goes it doesn't matter
Anymore cause I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico
Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'll ride this thumb til I see her again
So I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico
Well, the reason why she left me's not the reason that I'm here;
I'm a travlin' kind of man, just need a change of atmosphere.
If there's any place I haven't been at all that's where I'll go
So I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico
Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'll ride this thumb til I see her again
So I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico
