The Ride - Tim McGraw

Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery

Had my guitar on my back

When a stranger stopped beside

Me in an antique cadillac

He was dressed like nineteen fifty

Half drunk and hollow eyed

He said it’s a long walk to Nashville, son would you like a ride?

I sat down in the front seat, he turned on the radio

And them sad old songs coming out of them speakers

Was solid country gold

Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale

When he asked me for a light

And I knew there was something strange about this ride

He said «Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sing

Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues

Can you bend them guitar strings?

He said «Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside

'cause if you’rr big star bound let me warn ya it’s a long hard ride.»

Then he cried just south of Nashville

And he turned that car around

He said «This is where you get off boy

Because I’m going back to Alabam

As I stepped out of that cadillac

I said mister many thanks

He said «you don’t have to call me mister, mister

The whole world called me hank

He said «Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sing

Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues

Can you bend them guitar strings?

He said «Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside

'cause if you’rr big star bound let me warn ya it’s a long hard ride.»

If you’re big star bound let me warn ya

It’s a long hard ride