Hitchiking Tales Part Two

Then I realized that he was just jiving with me And we relaxed And he pulled out some weed And beer And we mellowed out But I believe that he really was with the mob Perhaps not a dynamite dealer A real made Italian made mafia member By Chicago I had enough I called my Dad Told him what had happened Wanted a ticket home And he sent me a ticket And 500 dollars And I went home I told him I would tell him My tales some day But never did I learned so much About my fellow Americans And the strange vibe That was 1975 And now it is too late But I wanted to finally Tell the world Of my hitchhiking tales In search of America 1975