Charlie Daniels Band
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I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

So I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"

He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin in
With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!"

"Well you may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

He was still bent over holdin on to his knee
But everybody else was looking and listening to me
And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

I said:

"Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

"He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

They started lookin real suspicious at him
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the door I was making tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot

Now I guess I shoulda gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

Well, they're headed for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed 'em off at the pass
I was slinging gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air

I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha


Mirror lyrics:

If I went to L.A., via Omaha
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
I think I'm gonna reroute my trip

And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
When I hit the road I was really wheelin

then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
I had them all out there steppin and fetchin

I was slinging gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
And spun around and headed 'em off at the pass
Well, they're headed for their car but I hit the gas

Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Now I guess I shoulda gone ahead and run

Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud

So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
When I hit the door I was making tracks

I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed

And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch

You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
They started lookin real suspicious at him

He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.

tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
"He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!

And he voted for George McGovern for President."
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
"Would you believe this man has gone as far

I said:

And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went
But everybody else was looking and listening to me
He was still bent over holdin on to his knee

And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
"Well you may not know it but this man is a spy.

And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!"
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair

So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick

Especially when there was three of them and only one of me
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight

And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
I was almost to the door when the biggest one

With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
These five big dudes come strollin in
Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin

So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
He looked at me and I damn near died

With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
So I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar

That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"

And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so
He said he wasn't very busy today
I called up the station down the road a ways

He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
There was one thing I was sure proud to see

And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
And told the bartender that I had a flat
I stuffed my hair up under my hat

Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn
It was right in front of this little bar
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car

So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
Well the spare was flat and I got uptight

And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow
I heard that highway start to whine
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line

Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio
Toolin along in my cheverolet
I was takin a trip out to L.A.


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