(lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1969) From the albums DOWN HOME (1970), SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974) and TODAY (2000).
See the man on the black top highway Moving to no man's land All alone on the black top highway Moving just as fast as he can Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
Don't tell her what it's worth, third rock from her thumb Well, he walks in the pawn shop, one thing on his mind Wants to buy a diamond but he doesn'
You twisted a nerve, you put your hand on your heart and You said, ?Hey, don't worry, you're fit woman, that's all that counts? And I ignored all the
Hanging out some Underneath European sun Hanging out under your thumb Under it, second to none Well, I don't mind about taking it slow I'm perfectly
You don't seem to understand the deal I don't give two shits on how you feel You're burned by my lighter You've been burned by my lighter And my lighter
How could you Let it in your house And let it in your bed? To where the wallet lay Another shiv instead So how do you taste When you kiss it on the face
Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare The motorway is standing on its own I see me walking there One for the road, one for the road My thumbs have
I was standing in the station being pounded by the rain so I sought the last compartment of a stationary train I felt someone get in behind me but I never
Breaking the silence: lonely screams that can't be heard Casting the shadows, in your mind his spoken word Famine and wars, prophecies are said and done
There never really is a good time There's always nothing much to say Pretty good, not doing that fine Getting up most everyday Steppin' out, I tried
Nun steh' ich wieder an der Autobahn und halt' den Daumen in den Wind. Es wurde Zeit 'mal wieder loszufahren ich hoff' es hält bald einer an. Nun
Yeah, every time I see you I think that you're dumb Every time I see you I suck on my thumb I suck on my thumb I suck on my thumb I suck on my thumb
You know I like everything about you The way your talking is quite exciting Keep me up when I hide on my face The way I'm eating is a social disgrace
Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true? Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues? Can we recover from this? I've seen expressions
gee, how seemingly so tranquilized. pull the plug that anticipates being pulled. nice tranquil thumb in mouth. collision course with the worst. undeniably
I'm being hassled by the man The man The man The man Man Crush a killer with a thigh bone Man You call the cable, make a cozy home Man You need a rock