Aan een flinke dosis escapisme was na de verkiezing van Richard Nixon en de neergang van de counter culture aan het eind van de jaren ’60 behoefte, en Creedence voorzag daar met deze song in: Hitch a ride to the end of the highway/Where the neons turn to wood. De gitaarrif is onvergetelijk.
There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’
Just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away if you’re goin’,
Leave the sinkin’ ship behind.
[Chorus:]
Come on the risin’ wind,
We’re goin’ up around the bend.
Ooh!
Bring a song and a smile for the banjo,
Better get while the gettin’s good,
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway
Where the neons turn to wood.
[Chorus:]
Ooh!
You can ponder perpetual motion,
Fix your mind on a crystal day,
Always time for a good conversation,
There’s an ear for what you say.
[Chorus:]
Yeah!
Ooh!
Catch a ride to the end of the highway
And we’ll meet by the big red tree,
There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’
Come along, come along with me.
[Chorus:]
Yeah!
