Standin' by a snow drift in the pale moonlight   Hitchhikin' west on a highway at night   Tryin' to get to Frisco lookin' for my girl   Here comes a trucker, hope he don't mind my long curls   I remember years ago hitchin' this same road   Never saw a trucker leave a man out in the cold   No riders sign on the window never meant a thing   Nowadays they just roll on lookin' kind of mean   Kind of makes me wonder, scratch my head and kick the snow   Four years of overseas who are these strangers in my home   Where are the country people does anybody know   Do you remember the Americans where did they go   Were they simply bought and sold