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 want to know of you."

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, hey, I think I've got a live one,

Alone, raped and freezin',

Alone cold and sneezin',

Alone down in Mexico,

Alone