The Ride

Intro: A# F C, repeated twice.
E|----3~----------------
B|----4b(5)r4b(5)r4-----
G|----------------------
D|----------------------
A|--6-----------------8-
E|----------------------

E|5~------------| 
B|6b(7)r6b(7)r6-| 
G|--------------| 
D|--------------| 
A|--------------| 
E|--------------| 

E|--------------------------------
B|--1---1-1p0---3b(4)-1-----1-----
G|----0-------0---------0h2-------
D|--------------------------------
A|--3-----------------------------
E|--------------------------------

E|----3~----------------
B|----4b(5)r4b(5)r4-----
G|----------------------
D|----------------------
A|--6-----------------8-
E|----------------------

E|5~------------| 
B|6b(7)r6b(7)r6-| 
G|--------------| 
D|--------------| 
A|--------------| 
E|--------------| 

E|--------------------------------
B|--1---1-1p0---3b(4)-1-----1-----
G|----0-------0---------0h2-------
D|--------------------------------
A|--3--------------------------3~-
E|--------------------------------

(now when you play the D# and F He 
plays power chords believe me it 
makes the difference)

C                                 
I was thumbin' back from 
   D#
Montgomery
D#
with a guitar on my back
F                                 
When a stranger pulled up beside 
          C
me in an antique Cadillac.
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C                                 
Well, he was dressed like 1950, 
    D#
half drunk and hallow eyed
F                                 
Its a long walk to Nashville, 
              C
would you like a ride, son.
C                                 
He sat down in the front seat, and
   D#
 turned on the radio
          F                        
and them sad old songs comin' outta
                     C
 them speakers was solid country 
gold.
 C                             
Then I noticed the stranger was 
                            D#
ghost white pale when he asked me 
for a light.
     F                             
And knew there was somethin' 
              C
strange about this ride.

CHORUS:  (Same thing here power 
chords)
           A#                      
He said: Mister can you make folks 
 F                     C
cry when you play and sang.
 C
Can you pay your dues, can you moan 
the blues
         G
Can you bend them guitar strangs.
          A#                    
He said: Boy, can you make folks 
  F                   C
feel what you feel inside,
               A#                  
Cause if your big star bound let me
  F                        C
 warn you its a long hard ride.

2.

Well, he cried just south of 
Nashville, and he turned that car 
around.
he said: (spoken) this is where you 
get off, boy
cause I'm going back to Alabam'.
I stepped out of that ole Cadillac 
and I said Mister, many thanks.
he said you don't have to call me 
mister, Mister.
The whole world calls me Hank.