Take a look down your highwayTell me what d'you seeWell if you're down my wayIt could well be meStood on your cornerI'm nearly down on one kneeCan you hear me calling for youSo damn easy to seeAnd it can't be foreverAnd it won't be for longSo don't you think that it's betterWe speak the same tongueOut here in this weatherWe must surely belongBirds of a featherWhatever the song:Please give me a lift manIt can't be for farThe way that you shift manIn your empty car,I've got the highway bluesIn my holy (holey, wholly) shoesAnd I cannot chooseWhat I look likeAnd I got here from yesterdayOn porridge and baitSwallowing sorrowFollowing fatePoaching tomorrowFrom God and the stateOf homo his shadowThe well known long haired straightBut I've got a good reasonFor being this wayI'm happy for certainAnd hoping to stayTravelling trustAcross the new dayGathering dustDown your highwayPlease give me a lift man...It can't be for farThe way that you shift manIn your empty carI've got the highway bluesIn my holy shoesAnd I cannot chooseWhat I look likeOut on the streetsOr where my drum beatsIn between the clean sheetsOf my love lifeAnd I need little MargaretOut here againScrewing some trafficFrom the shaven insaneWith thumbs like a dragnetShe pulls like a trainAnd she looks like a magnet;And she comes like a warm rainPlease give me a lift man, etc