Well, now times got hard   And I didn't draw the card I needed   So I proceeded to bang it on down the line   Well, hitchhike, turnpike   And if you got room, won't you let me ride?   Just as far as you're going   And, Lord knowing, I'll be much obliged      There was a light rain falling   I started recalling how lonesome a man can be   Feeling a chill when over the hill   Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac, stop on a dime   I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside   Big blue eyes said, "Hey, boy, don't you want a ride?"      I said to Birmingham, Alabama   Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me   And don't you know what I mean?   Babe, I'm coming from New Orleans   Hey, na, na, na, mama, won't you let me ride?   Let me ride      Well, now black fur coat, diamond ring   Shining like something I ain't ever seen   My old guitar and a roadside bar   Walked in the door looking like a movie queen   There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor   She said "I ain't ever seen nothing like this before"   And I said, "That's all right, mama, won't you let me ride?"      On down to Birmingham, Alabama   Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me   Don't you know what I mean?   Babe, I'm coming from New Orleans   Hey, na, na, na, mama, won't you let me ride?   Na, na, na, na, na, let me ride   Baby, let me ride