2 acessos
C I was takin' a trip out to L.A. F Toolin' along in my Chevrolet G7 C Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio C Just as I crossed the Mississippi line F I heard that highway start to whine G7 C And I knew that left rear tire was about to go. [Verse 2] C Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight F 'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight G7 C So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim C I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car F It was right in front of this little bar G7 C Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn. [Verse 3] C Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat F And told the bartender that I had a flat G7 C And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one C There was one thing I was sure proud to see F There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me G7 C And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone. [Verse 4] C I called up the station down the road a ways F And he said he wasn't very busy today G7 C And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so C He said now you just stay right where you're at F And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool G7 C I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go. [Verse 5] C I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar F When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car? G7 C With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?" C Well, he looked at me and I damn near died F And I decided that I'd just wait outside G7 C So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door. [Verse 6] C Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin F These five big dudes come strollin' in G7 C With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth C And I was almost to the door when the biggest one F Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son." G7 C And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath. [Verse 7] C Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight F In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night G7 C 'Specially when there was eight of them and only one of me C They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick F And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick G7 C So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee. [Verse 8] C He let out a yell that'd curl your hair F But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair G7 C And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man." C "Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy F He's an undercover agent for the FBI G7 C And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan." [Verse 9] C He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee F But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me G7 C And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went C I said; "Would you beleive this man has gone as far F As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars G7 C And he voted for George McGovern for president." [Verse 10] C "He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags F I betcha he's even got a Commie flag G7 C Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage C He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys F He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise G7 C He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage." [Verse 11] C They all started lookin' real suspicious at him F And he jumped up an' said; "Now, just wait a minute, Jim G7 C You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life." C "I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Birch F And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church G7 C And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife." [Verse 12] C Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed F But I didn't wait around to hear the rest G7 C I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck C And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks F And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks G7 C So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up. [Verse 13] C Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud F Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd G7 C Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot C And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run F But somehow I couldn't resist the fun G7 C Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot. [Verse 14] C Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas F And spun around and headed them off at the pass G7 C I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air C Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin' F Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin' G7 C But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there. [Verse 15] C When I hit the road I was really wheelin' F Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin' G7 C And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas C Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip F I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped G7 C If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.