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I was takin' a trip out to LA,Toolin' along in my ChevroletTokin' on a number and diggin' on the radioJes' as I cross the Mississippi lineI heard that highway start to whineAnd I knew that left rear tire was about to goWell the spare was flat and I got uptight'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sightSo I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rimI went as far as I could and when I stopped the carIt was right in front of this little barA kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop InnWell I stuffed my hair up under my hatAnd told the bartender that I had a flatAnd would he be kind enough to give me change for a oneThere was one thing I was sure proud to seeThere wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' meAnd he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephoneI called up the station down the road a waysAnd he said he wasn't very busy t'dayLetras de cancionesAnd he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or soHe said now you jes' stay right where yer at and I didn't botherTellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to goI jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the barWhen some guy walked in an' said who owns this carWith the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floorWell he looked at me and I damn near diedAnd I decided that I'd jus wait outsideSo I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the doorJes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skinThese five big dude come strollin' inWith this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teethAn' I was almost to the door when the biggest oneSaid you tip your hat to this lady sonAn' when I did all that hair fell out from underneathNow the last thing I wanted was to get into a fightIn Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night'Specially when there was three of them and only one of meWell they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sickAnd I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quickSo I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the kneeHe let out a yell that'd curl your hairBut before he could move I grabbed me a chairAnd said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous manWell you may not know it but this man's a spyHe's an undercover agent for the FBIAnd he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux KlanHe was still bent over holdin' on to his kneeBut everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to meAnd I layed it on thicker and heavier as I wentI said would you beleive this man has gone as farAs tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of carsAnd he voted for George McGoveren for presidentWell he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fagsI betcha he's even got a Commie flagTacked up on the wall inside of his garageHe's a snake in the grass I tell ya guysHe may look dumb but that's jus a disguiseHe's a mastermind in the ways of espionageThey all started lookin' real suspicious at himAnd he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute JimYou know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my lifeI'm a faithfull follower of Brother John BurchAnd I belong to the Antioch Baptist ChurchAnd I ain't even got a garage you can call home and ask my wifeThen he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressedBut I didn't wait around to hear the restI was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luckAnd when I hit the ground I was makin' tracksAnd they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacksSo I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother upMario Andretti woulda sure been proudOf the way I was movin' when I passed that crowdComin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trotAn' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' runBut somehow I couldn't resist the funOf chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lotWell they're headin' for their car but I hit the gasAnd spun around and headed them off at the passWell I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the airWell 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 thereWhen 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 ArkansasI think I'm gonna re-route my tripI wonder if anybody'd think I'd flippedIf I went to LA via Omaha! From Letras Mania