Finally got a ride, some old broad down from Santa Fe. She was a real go-getter. She drawled so sweetly, "I think, child, that things’ll get better." "Yes, I read the Bible," she said, "I wanna know of you." We pulled off the highway, night black as a widow. Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Yeah, Yeah, I think I’ve got a live one. Felt like I was hit by a diesel or a greyhound bus. She was no baby-sitter. "Get up, sugar, never thought you’d be a quitter." I opened the back door, she was greedy. I ran through the desert, she was chasin’. No time to get dressed, so I was naked, stranded in Chihuahua. Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Hey, hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Alone, raped and freezin’, Along cold and sneezin’, Along down in Mexico, Alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
