Standin' by a snow drift in the pale moonlight Hitchhikin' west on a highway at night Tryin' to get to Frisco lookin' for my girl Here comes a trucker, hope he don't mind my long curls I remember years ago hitchin' this same road Never saw a trucker leave a man out in the cold No riders sign on the window never meant a thing Nowadays they just roll on lookin' kind of mean Kind of makes me wonder, scratch my head and kick the snow Four years of overseas who are these strangers in my home Where are the country people does anybody know Do you remember the Americans where did they go Were they simply bought and sold