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