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.   "Yeah, I read the Bible," she said, "I wanna know of you."      Hey, I think I've got a live one,   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, I think I've got a live one,   Hey, I think I've got a live one,   Hey, hey, I think I've got a live one,   Alone, raped and freezin',   Alone cold and sneezin',   Alone down in Mexico,   Alone.