This old highway seems so lonesome
When you're goin' where you've been
And a lonesome song can make you cry
Time and time again
If I'd listened to a friend of mine
Ten years ago today
I'd have a better job
Than what I've got today
But the billboards on the highway
And the brake lights on the cars
Make me jump out on the highway
With my bag and my guitar
If she comes or if she goes
It doesn't matter anymore
Cause I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico
Ridin' my thumb to Mexico-o--o
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm ridin' my thumb til I see her again
I'm ridin my thumb to Mexico
The reason why she left me's