B Movie Boxcar Blues

Caught a ride into South Dakota
 With two girls in a light blue Desoto
 You know one name was Jane
 The other was plain
 But they both had racing motors
 Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife
 She had a brand new laid down Rambler
 She stopped outside of town
 Laid the rambler down
 Said she sure could dig it if I rode her
 Said she sure could dig it if I rode her
 Doing my best to get back to you
 Ain't nothin' I'd rather do
 Look for me Sunday
 Gonna be there, honey
 With something special just for you
 Yeah, a little something special just for you
 At a truck stop for toothpick and water
 Caught a ride with a fruit picker's daughter
 I drove her through the night
 While the fruit got ripe
 She gave me all I could eat for a quarter
 Next I hopped a train with a Hobo woman
 Said, she was from Texas too
 The way she did, what she did when she did
 What she did to me, made me think of you
 Yeah, honey, made me think of you
 I'm doing my best to get back to you
 Ain't nothin' I'd rather do
 Look for me Sunday
 Hope I'll be there, honey
 With something special just for you
 Yeah, a little something special just for you
 I bet all my money on a race horse, baby
 One they said can't lose
 Now I'm walking down here in the freezing rain
 Trying to get to you, trying to get to you
 Doing everythin', I know how to do
 We're here in the freezing rain, honey
 Trying to get to you
 Yeah, I'm just trying to get to you
 Doing everythin', everythin' I know, how to do
 Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey
 Trying to get to you
 Yeah, trying to get to you
 I'm walking and I'm talking to myself
 And it's raining oh, I'm freezing me to death
 Thinkin' 'bout you, babe
 Thinkin' 'bout you, babe
 Thinkin' 'bout you, babe