Lyrics:

Uneasy Rider
I was takin' a trip out to LA
toolin' along in my Chevrolet

tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio

jes' as I cross the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine

and I knew that left rear tire was about to go

well the spare was flat and I got uptight 'cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight

so I jes' limped 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

a kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn

well 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 'cept for him an' me

and he jest looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways

and he said he wasn't very busy t'day

and he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so

he said now you jes' stay right where yer at

and I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

I jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar

when some guy walked in an' said who owns this car

with the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor

well he looked at me and I damn near died

and I decided that I'd jus wait outside

so I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin

these five big dude come strollin' in

with this one old drunk chick

and some fella with green teeth

an' I was almost to the door when the biggest one

said you tip your hat to this lady son

an' 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

'specially when there was three of them and only one of me

well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick

and I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick

so I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee

he let out a yell that'd curl your hair

but before he could move I grabbed me a chair

and said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man

well you may not know it but this man's a spy

he's an 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 everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me

and I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went

I said would you beleive this man has gone as far

as tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars

and he voted for George McGoveren for president

well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fags

I betcha 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 jus a disguise

he's a mastermind in the ways of espionage

they all started lookin' real suspicious at him

and he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute jim

you know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life

I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch

and I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church

and I ain't even got a garage -- you can call home and ask my wife

then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed

but I didn't wait around to hear the rest

I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck

and when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks

and they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks

so I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud

of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd

comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot

an' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run

but somehow I couldn't resist the fun

of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot

well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas

and spun around and headed them off at the pass

well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air

well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'

like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'

but I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there

when I hit the road I was really wheelin'

had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'

an' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna re-route my trip

I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped

if I went to LA via Omaha