Intro: A#FC
Verse:
CD#
I was thumbinʼ back from Montgomery
D#
with a guitar on my back
FC
When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.
CD#
Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hallow eyed
FC
Its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son.
CD#
He sat down in the front seat, and turned on the radio
FC
and them sad old songs cominʼ outta them speakers was solid country gold.
CD#
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.
FC
And knew there was somethinʼ strange about this ride.
Chorus:
A#FC
He said: Mister can you make folks cry when you play and sang.
C
Can you pay your dues, can you moan the blues
G
Can you bend them guitar strangs.
A#FC
He said: Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,
A#FC
Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.
Verse:
Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.
he said: this is where you get off, boy
cause Iʼm going back to Alabamʼ.
I stepped out of that ole Cadillac and I said Mister, many thanks.
he said you donʼt have to call me mister, Mister.
The whole world calls me Hank.
Chorus.