Finally got a ride, some old broad down from
Santa Fe.
She was a real go-getter.
She drawled so sweetly, “I think, child, that
things’ll get better.”
“Yes, I read the Bible,” she said, “I wanna
know of you.”
We pulled off the highway, night black as a
widow.
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Yeah, Yeah,
I think I’ve got a live one.
Felt like I was hit by a diesel or a greyhound
bus.
She was no baby-sitter.
“Get up, sugar, never thought you’d be a
quitter.”
I opened the back door, she was greedy.
I ran through the desert, she was chasin’.
No time to get dressed, so I was naked,
stranded in Chihuahua.
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Alone, raped and freezin’,
Along cold and sneezin’,
Along down in Mexico,
Alone.