Sixty miles from Flagstaff

My thumb stuck out again

Hadn't seen a soul in an hour

My collar high against the wind

By and by they came along

Said they'd take me to town

The man was kind, his daughter shy

And her eyes were golden brown

I got lucky once

In Arizona

We drove straight through to Phoenix

Arriving there at dusk

To a broken down old campground

Full of dogs and trucks and dust

They let me use their only tent

Said they'd sleep in the car

The sky was clear and black as coal

And filled with falling stars

I got lucky once

In Arizona

In the morning at breakfast

They shared their jam and toast

They were going to New Mexico

And I was headed for the coast

Before they left she came around

And brought a thermos to me

Some food for the road and a kiss for luck

And a smile that set me free

I got lucky once

In Arizona

There's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below

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