His hair was long, sleeves tattooed on
Designer jeans, weathered and warn
I slapped my horn, then he looked my way
As his eyes caught mine, I could feel him say
What the hell you looking at all I want is a ride
Bet you think I'm broke I ain't got no pride
Man, I don't think like that
Climb on in, throw your things in the back
Sure is hot today, he had nothing to say
You mind handing me one from that cooler back there
Help yourself to one, too, he said, man I smoke my beer
What the hell you looking at all I want is a ride
Bet you think I'm broke I ain't got no pride
Man, I don't think like that
Been walking long or just waiting for a ride
He never said a word sitting on his side
Man I like your boots look like Lucchese to me
Had a pair myself back in '83
Can't wear lizard out he said with a groan
I had these made down San Anton'
What the hell you looking at all I want is a ride
Bet you think I'm broke I ain't got no pride
Man, I don't think like that
Care if I turn this thing on, he said, man it's your truck
I'll try to find some old songs I like to sing along
Caught the end of George Strait singing 'Give It Away'
They don't write stuff like that in this new country age
That's as far as I go, he said thanks for the ride
Then he shook my hand left a Franklin behind
What the hell you looking at all I want is a ride
Bet you think I'm broke I ain't got no pride
Man, I don't think like that