Riding My Thumb to Mexico

This old highway seems so lonesome When You're going 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 riding my thumb to Mexico

  Riding my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm riding my thumb til I see her again
I'm riding my thumb to Mexico

  The reason why she left me's not the reason that I'm here;
I'm a travlin' kind of man, just need a change of atmosphere.
If there's any place I haven't been at all that's where I'll go
So I'm riding my thumb to Mexico
 

Riding my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm riding my thumb til I see her again
I'm riding my thumb to Mexico

Riding my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm riding my thumb til I see her again
I'm riding my thumb to Mexico