He was standing on the highway, somewhere way out in the sticks
Guitar across his shoulder like a 30.06
He was staring in my headlights, when I come around the bend
Climbed up on my shotgun side and told me with a grin
I?m goin? to New York City
I?ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
I heard the girls are pretty
There must be something happening there, it?s just too big a town
He was cold and wet and hungry, but he never did complain