Lyrics
Well I left my home out on the great High Plains
Leaving home on the High Plains, embarking on a journey.
Headed for some new terrain
Seeking new experiences and landscapes.
Standin' on the highway with my coffee cup
Standing on the highway with anticipation, holding a coffee cup.
A' Wonderin' who was gonna pick me up
Wondering who will offer a ride.
I had my hopes up high--I never thought that I
Expressing optimism and high expectations.
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
Reflecting on the unexpected feelings of goodbye.
I had my hopes up high
Reiterating the elevated hopes.
Well, the first ride I got was in a dynamite truck
Getting a ride in a dynamite truck with a talkative driver.
The driver kept a' tellin' me his bad luck
Driver sharing his misfortune during the journey.
As we swerved around the curves I began to shout
Expressing discomfort as the truck navigates curves.
Hey-ey mister would you let me out
Requesting to be let out due to the uneasy situation.
I had my hopes up high--I never though that I
Repeating the theme of unexpected goodbyes.
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
Reflecting on the questioning of past decisions.
I had my hopes up high
Reaffirming the initial high hopes.
And the next ride I got was with a man in trouble
Getting another ride with a man facing trouble.
The beard on his face was all in a stubble
Describing the troubled appearance of the man.
Runnin' from the law he was goin' ninety-nine,
Man fleeing from the law at a high speed.
I said hey-ey mister you're out of your mind
Expressing concern about the recklessness of the situation.
I had my hopes up high--I never thought that I
Reiterating surprise and reflection on goodbyes.
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
Contemplating the reasons behind past farewells.
I had my hopes up high
Affirming the persistence of high hopes despite challenges.
Oh, the next ride I got was with a preacher man
Getting a ride with a preacher man, discussing the wicked.
Told me that the wicked would be buried in sand
Preacher predicting punishment for the sinful.
Don't know why I did it but I lost control
Reflecting on losing control of the situation.
Hey-ey Papa would you save my soul
Asking the preacher for salvation.
I had my hopes up high--I never thought that I
Repeating the theme of unexpected goodbyes.
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
Expressing surprise and contemplation of farewells.
I had my hopes up high
Reaffirming the persistence of high hopes despite challenges.
And I finally got a ride on a carnival train
Finally getting a ride on a carnival train.
Nearly blew away in a hurricane
Encountering challenges, almost blown away in a hurricane.
I got to thinkin' bout that preacher down in Louisianne
Thinking about a preacher in Louisiana while on the train.
Sittin' on the Delta Siftin' sand
Imagining the preacher sitting by the Delta sifting sand.
I had my hopes up high--I never thought that I
Repeating the theme of unexpected goodbyes.
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
Reflecting on the questioning of past decisions.
I had my hopes up high
Reaffirming the persistence of high hopes despite challenges.
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