Standin' by a snow drift in the pale moonlightnHitchhikin' west on a highway at nightnTryin' to get to Frisco lookin' for my girlnHere comes a trucker, hope he don't mind my long curlsnI remember years ago hitchin' this same roadnNever saw a trucker leave a man out in the coldnNo riders sign on the window never meant a thingnNowadays they just roll on lookin' kind of meannKind of makes me wonder, scratch my head and kick the snownFour years of overseas who are these strangers in my homenWhere are the country people does anybody knownDo you remember the Americans where did they gonWere they simply bought and sold