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Outside Tucson we saw another hitchhiker in the dark road. This was an Okie from Bakersfield, California, who put down his story. " Hot damn, I left Bakersfield with the travel-bureau car and left my gui-tar in the trunk of another one and they never showed up - guitar and cowboy duds; you see, I’m a moo-sician, I was headed for Arizona to play with Johnny Mackaw’s Sagebrush Boys. Well, hell, here I am in Arizona, broke, and m’gui-tar’s been stoled. You boys drive me back to Bakersfield and I’ll get the money from my brother. How much you want? " We wanted just enough gas to make Frisco from Bakersfield, about three dollars. Now we were five in the car. " Evenin, ma’am, " he said, tipping his hat to Marylou, and we were off.
In the middle of the night we overtopped the lights of Pal
