Finally got a ride, some old broad down from Santa Fe.
She was a real go-getter.
She drawled so sweetly, «I think, child, that things’ll get better.»
We pulled off the highway, night black as a widow.
«Yes, I read the Bible,» she said, «I wanna know of you.»
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one, Yeah, Yeah,
I think I’ve got a live one.
Felt like I was hit by a diesel or a greyhound bus.
She was no baby-sitter.
«Get up, sugar, never thought you’d be a quitter.»
I opened the back door, she was greedy.
I ran through the desert, she was chasin’.
No time to get dressed, so I was naked, stranded in Chihuahua.
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Hey, hey, I think I’ve got a live one,
Alone, raped and freezin’,
Alone cold and sneezin’,
Alone down in Mexico,
Alone.