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The Hitchhiker

by Jim Morrison

Thoughts in time and out of season The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason. Hi. How you doin’? I just got back into town, L.A. I was out in the desert for awhile “Riders on the storm” Yeah. In the middle of it “Riders on the storm” Right… “Into this world we’re born” Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem “Into this world we’re thrown” When I was out on the desert, ya know “Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan” I don’t know how to tell you “Riders on the storm” but, ah, I killed somebody “There’s a killer on the road” No… “His brain is squirming like a toad” It’s no big deal, ya know I don’t think anybody will find out about it, but… “take a long holiday” just, ah… “Let your children play” this guy gave me a ride, and ah… “If you give this man a ride” started giving me a lot of trouble “Sweet family will die” and I just couldn’t take it, ya know “Killer on the road” And I wasted him Yeah.
Written by
Jim Morrison
1943-1971 / Male / American
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Written by
Jim Morrison
1943-1971 / Male / American
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