Im gonna you a story thats all about This job I had one time as a talent
I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasnt in The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to around Well, he walks my office with a great big grin And folks thats where my story begins
He said, Son my is Boregard Rippy I come to you from Tupelo I write songs thatll like a bird I play licks on my guitar you aint never heard"
"But Im down on my luck, things are a little slack I quarter in my pocket and a shirt on my back But you buy me some supper, give me a I can sleep" He said, Ill sing you songs knock your head to creak, I got talent boy" Said, "Back home they me the Tupelo Mississippi Flash"
Well, I knew I was in a room some kind of a nut When he pulled out that of used cigarette butts So thats I told him, We cant use you today So I handed the boy a and I sent him on his way
Well, the boss got back and we both had a When I told him the Tupelo Mississippi Flash And pretty I had the story circlin' around About this nut that we had in our town
I said, Watch him everybody, the boys He walks around callin' himself the Tupelo Mississippi
Well, and it one day while I was drivin' to my home I just happened to have my car on When I heard the jockey ravin' a brand new smash By a kid the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
Well, I almost wrecked my I went through a red light, I hit the cop, why
Well, my storys got an ending and its and sweet The boss man he me and left me out in the street But I got a new job now and Im learnin fast Im drivin the bus for the Mississippi Flash
And his Cadillac, Im driving for him too And yacht hes got, and his aeroplane Well, chauffeur, so good, I say Tupelo Mississippi, who ever of it, why
kill the boy Help him