A Long Hard Ride with 45

I was rolling north on 75 hauling bush hogs out of Selma, Alabama.

Name's Dewayne, been driving this rig since I became a man. It was late

one night in Kentucky round that old exit 49 when I saw

a stranger thumbing, standing there in the pouring rain. He was dressed in a long

red tie with a coat that looked brand new. Had that golden hair and a

weary smile like he'd seen a fight or two. Said, "It's a long

walk to anywhere. Mind if I ride along?" I said, "Hop in,

mister. This Kenworth's heading north till dawn." Well, he climbed up