Hitch Hiking Buddha

Written by: Shane Chisholm

Rolled up the rim on a large double/double
Pulled out of Brooks in my old grand am
Rain on the road started giving me some trouble
In Medicine Hat there was a traffic jam
About an hour later when my wheels started turning
The road rage settled and the weather was fair
I saw something funny on the west bound shoulder
It was a bright orange buddist with his thumb in the air

Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
No one cares if he's dead or alive
Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
Cause you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive

Four days later said bye to Regina
Passed the yellow house on pinky road
Tuned in to Abbey on the Moose Jaw station
Stopped in Swift Current for some pie a la mode
My eyes lit up at the Alberta border
Three more hours if I never stop
Looked up ahead through the crack in my window
It was hitch hiking buddha standing in the same spot

Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
No one cares if he's dead or alive
Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
Cause you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive

He looked in to my eyes
I felt kind a sorry for him
But too our surprise
It's really hard to stop at a hundred and ten

I never picked up hitch hiking buddha
Now my heart is bleeding inside
But I don't pick up strangers stranger than a stranger
Plus you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive
You can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive