See the man on the black top highway

Moving past a no man's land

All alone on the black top highway

Moving just as fast as he can

Riding thumb riding thumb

Left his home down in Macon Georgia

Left the shade of an old oak tree

Got his dreams in his left front pocket

Got his eye squinted towards the sea

Riding thumb riding thumb

He don't care where the road goes

Just as long as he gets his ride

And he don't care about food and water

He just lets his conscience be his guide

Riding thumb riding thumb

Left his sister and his mama crying crying)

Begging him not to leave that day leave that day)

Said he'd write but they knew he was a lying lying)

Got no razor got no pay riding thumb riding thumb