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, a Kind of a red-neck 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
Well there was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me and He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways and 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 dern fool That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
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 the four on the floor?"
Well 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 5 big dudes come strollin' in With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
Now 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 furly 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 lookin' and listenin' 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."
"Well 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 all started lookin' real suspicious at him and He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim! You know he's lyin' I been livin' here all of my life!"
"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch 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 saying 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 door I was makin' tracks And they were just taking my car down off the jacks So