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I was thumbin' back from Montgomery
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with a guitar on my back
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When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.
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Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed
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Its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son.
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He sat down in the front seat, and turned on the radio
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and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid
country gold.
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Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale
when he asked me for a light.
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And knew there was somethin' strange about this ride.
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He said: Mister can you make folks cry when you play and sang.
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Can you pay your dues, can you moan the blues
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Can you bend them guitar strangs.
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He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,
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Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.
2. Well, he cried just south of Nashville,
and he turned that car around.
he said: (spoken) this is where you get off, boy
cause I'm going back to Alabam'.
I stepped out of that ole Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks.
he said you don't have to call me mister, Mister.
The whole world calls me Hank.