With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Trucks, cars and interstates
Cops and people running late
It seems as though no body want to give you a goddamn ride, but if you're lucky, which you are
Somebody just might stop their car, give you food and pepsi cans, cigarettes and garbage bags
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Spange for change and dumpsterdive
Do what you will to make it by
If you're lucky you'll get some cash
You've walked a while so rest your back
Don't you listen to the stupid shit, that passer by's tend to cuss and spit
Keep on walking down that road till you're puking on your friends couch
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Dirty Harry - Hitchin' Lyrics
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With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Trucks, cars and interstates
Cops and people running late
It seems as though no body want to give you a goddamn ride, but if you're lucky, which you are
Somebody just might stop their car, give you food and pepsi cans, cigarettes and garbage bags
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Spange for change and dumpsterdive
Do what you will to make it by
If you're lucky you'll get some cash
You've walked a while so rest your back
Don't you listen to the stupid shit, that passer by's tend to cuss and spit
Keep on walking down that road till you're puking on your friends couch
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Trucks, cars and interstates
Cops and people running late
It seems as though no body want to give you a goddamn ride, but if you're lucky, which you are
Somebody just might stop their car, give you food and pepsi cans, cigarettes and garbage bags
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Spange for change and dumpsterdive
Do what you will to make it by
If you're lucky you'll get some cash
You've walked a while so rest your back
Don't you listen to the stupid shit, that passer by's tend to cuss and spit
Keep on walking down that road till you're puking on your friends couch
With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey
Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me
My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Writer: Dirty Harry
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