The Hitch Hiker's Litany
Ulysses the Greek went far to seek
Whatever the world might offer,
But he had a ship when he made the trip
And a bit of cash in the coffer;
Whenever I start to ramble the chart
With my gipsy blood a-hum,
My traveler's pile is a pleading smile
And a hopefully jerking thumb.
I stand by the ditch
(On the rise of a hill is best)
All set to cruise
Wherever I choose
North, East, South or West.
I'll never amass the price of gas,
I never can buy a tire,
But I'll pay my fare by patching a spare
Or prying you from the mire;
See that I'm fed or buy me a bed
My thanks will suffice, I trust,
Along with the lifts I'll take your gifts
Or earn them, if I must.
My feet have an itch,
But not for footing it far,
They tingle to feel
Beneath each heel
The floorboard of a car.
Oh why stay shut in the same old hut
To breakfast and dine and sup,
When the world is wide and the Fates provide
That someone will pick you up?
Limousine, truck--I'll trust to luck
There's always a lot to see,
If under my feet there's an engine's bear
Everything's jake with me!
My pulses twitch
With the restless hobo leaven;
When the last trump's blowed
I'll be by the road
Jerking my thumb towards Heaven!