| He’s a drug store truck drivin' man
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| He’s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
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| When summer comes rolling around
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| We’ll be lucky to get out of town
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| He’s been like a father to me
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| He’s like the only DJ you can hear after three
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| And I’m an all night singer in a country band
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| And if he don’t like me, he don’t understand
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| He’s a drug store truck drivin' man
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| He’s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
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| When summer comes rolling around
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| We’ll be lucky to get out of town
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| He’s got him a house on the hill
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| And he can play country records till you’ve had your fill
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| He’s a lawmans' friend, he’s an all night DJ
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| Sure don’t think much like the records he plays
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| He’s a drug store truck drivin' man
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| He’s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
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| When summer comes rolling around
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| We’ll be lucky to get out of town
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| He don’t like resistance I know
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| And he said it last night on a big TV show
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| And he’s got him a medal he won in the war
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| It weighs five hundred pounds and it sleeps by the door
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| He’s a drug store truck drivin' man
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| He’s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
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| When summer comes rolling around
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| We’ll be lucky to get out of town |