Drug Store Truck Drivin Man — текст песни (Byrds, The)

Written by Roger McGuinn and Gram Parsons

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 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