Girl, you've never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you I'm no good
Girl they need to understand, just who I am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby I'm a real good man
I may drink too much and play too loud
I might have a reckless streak
At least a country mile wide
If you're gonna run with me
It's gonna be a wild ride
When it comes to lovin' you
I've got velvet hands
I'll show you how a real bad boy
Can be a real good man
I'll take all the good times I can get
(The Ride)
I was thumbin' back from Montgomery
with a guitar on my back
When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.
Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow eyed
Said its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son.
Well I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio
and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold.
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.
And knew there was somethin' strange about this ride.
He said, Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sang.
Have you pay your dues, can you moan the blues
Can you bend them guitar strangs.
He said, Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,
Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.
Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.