Byrds - Drug Store Truck Drivin Man Lyrics
Written by roger mcguinn and gram parsonsHes a drug store truck drivin manHes a head of the ku klux klanWhen summer rolls aroundHell be lucky if hes not in townWell hes got him a house on the hillHe plays country records till youve had your fillHes a firemans friend, hes an all night djBut he sure does think different from the records he playsHes a drug store truck drivin manHes a head of the ku klux klanWhen summer rolls aroundHell be lucky if hes not in townWell he dont like the young folks I knowHe told me one night on his radio showHes got him a medal he won in the warWeighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floorHes a drug store truck drivin manHes a head of the ku klux klanWhen summer rolls aroundHell be lucky if hes not in townHes been like a father to meHes the only dj you can hear after threeIm an all night musician in a rock n roll bandAnd why he dont like me, I cant understandHes a drug store truck drivin manHes a head of the ku klux klanWhen summer rolls aroundHell be lucky if hes not in town
