Lyrics:

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 just 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!