While the fruit got ripe
One they said can't lose
With two girls in a light blue Desoto
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At a truck stop for toothpick and water
She stopped outside of town
She gave me all I could eat for a quarter
Laid the rambler down
Look for me Sunday
Yeah, a little something special just for you
Now I'm walking down here in the freezing rain
Caught a ride into South Dakota
Trying to get to you
Ain't nothin' I'd rather do
Yeah, honey, made me think of you
Caught a ride with a fruit picker's daughter
What she did to me, made me think of you
Said she sure could dig it if I rode her
I'm doing my best to get back to you
The way she did, what she did when she did
I drove her through the night
Thinkin' 'bout you, babe
With something special just for you
Doing my best to get back to you
Look for me Sunday
Said she sure could dig it if I rode her
Doing everythin', everythin' I know, how to do
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The other was plain
Thinkin' 'bout you, babe
Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey
Yeah, a little something special just for you
She had a brand new laid down Rambler
We're here in the freezing rain, honey
I bet all my money on a race horse, baby
Yeah, trying to get to you
Trying to get to you
Gonna be there, honey
Hope I'll be there, honey
Said, she was from Texas too
Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife
Next I hopped a train with a Hobo woman
Thinkin' 'bout you, babe
Ain't nothin' I'd rather do
Yeah, I'm just trying to get to you
Songwriter: Delbert Ross Mcclinton
I'm walking and I'm talking to myself
You know one name was Jane
Trying to get to you, trying to get to you
Doing everythin', I know how to do
With something special just for you
And it's raining oh, I'm freezing me to death
But they both had racing motors