Lyric Drug Store Truck Drivin Man
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
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