Letra

He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he's got him a house on the hill He plays country records Till you've had your fill He's a fireman's friend He's an all night DJ But he sure does think different From the records he plays He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he don't like the young folks I know He told me one night on his radio show He's got him a medal he won in the war Weighs five hundred pounds And he sleeps on his floor He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town He's been like a father to me He's the only DJ you can hear after three I'm an all night musician in a rock 'n' roll band And why he don't like me, I can't understand He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town He'll be lucky if he's not in town (This one's for you, Ralph)
Writer(s): Gram Parsons, Roger Mcguinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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