Lyrics

His shopping cart was loaded down,
With the plastic bags of the treasures found along the road
No sign of “Will You Please Help Me”, just dirty clothes and two bare feet,
but a heart of gold

I thought, well, there but the grace of God go I,
So many times, I just drove on by

But how ‘bout a ride? How ‘bout a lift?
How ‘bout a shower and meal and a bed to go with it?
‘Cause, I could use a little help down on the farm,
It’s too much for me now that my boys are gone,
I’ll pay you fair, but the hours might be long,
How ‘bout a ride? How ‘Bout a ride?

(Well) He stood there for a minute or two,
Not quite sure what to do, then he climbed on in,
(And) We drove in silence for a while, then he looked at me with a weary smile
And asked me “why?”

And I said “well there but the grace of God go I”
And I think we all deserve a second try,

So, how ‘bout a ride? You could use a lift…
You can leave your bags behind, you won’t be needin’ them,
‘Cause, I could use a little help, down on the farm,
It’s too much for me now that my boys are gone,
And I’ll pay you fair, but the hours might be long, so
How ‘bout a ride?

Weeks turned to months and Winter turned to Spring, and we became pretty good friends by the time Summer came
Then one day in the mail, a wrinkled letter came, his family finally reconciled and asked him home again.

“How ‘bout a ride? I could use a lift,
I’m finally going home; I got you to thank for this
‘Cause, I was down and out and barely hanging on,
And you took a chance when you could’ve just drove on,
And if you need some help tomorrow when I’m gone

You know where to find,
Some more brothers of mine
Who could use a ride
They could use a ride
So, how ‘bout a ride?

How ‘bout a ride?