G                            Am
If you're riding down the road and you come across an old man
D7                           G
holding out his thumb in the wind.
Am                        Em
Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn't matter,
         A7                            D 
it's his eyes that tell you where he's been.
G                                 Am
If you're not afraid to take your chances on a stranger,
D7                            G
he might have some company to lend.
Am                            Em
Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. 
      A7                                 D
He'll tell you all the crazy things he's seen.

       Bb       F      G                          D
I'm an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.
          Bb                            F
Where you headed, I don't mind. I ain't been there in some time,
         A7                         D
but it's just exactly where I wanna go.

      D                             Am
I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker 
D7                             G
calling people in from far and wide.
     Am                   Em
They never did regret the dollar that it cost them,
   A7                             D 
we always left 'em feeling good inside.
        G                          Am
We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer, 
    D7                            G
her beauty it was more than I can say.
     Am                          Em
Then one summer night she set my soul on fire, 
        A7                             D
Lord, I wish that she was here with me today.

       Bb       F      G                                D
I'm an old hitchhiker, wonder what's awaiting round the bend.
        Bb                             F
I don't know what I might see, I don't need no guarantee,
       A7                                D
just a ride from here to there and back again.

      G                     Am
I was only seventeen when I took the open highway,
D7                           G 
took it for my teacher and a friend.
          Am                        Em
I've been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it bumming,
     A7                             D
it's better than just crying in the wind.
          G                             Am
If you're driving down the road and you come across an old man,
D7                           G
holding out his thumb in the rain.
        Am                            Em
You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
       A7                                 D
he can tell you all the crazy things he's seen.

       Bb       F      G                              D
I'm an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.
            Bb                            F
Some people say I'll settle down, build a home in some small town.
    A7                         D
But in my heart I know I never will, 
       Bb       F       G     D    G
I'm an old hitchhiker.