| I’m gonna tell you a story that’s all about
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| This job I had one time as a talent scout, hmm
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| I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasn’t in town
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| The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to come around
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| Well, he walks in my office with a great big grin
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| And folks that’s where my story really begins
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| He said, «Son my name is Boregard Rippy
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| I come to you from Tupelo Mississippi
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| I write songs that’ll sing like a bird
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| I play licks on my guitar like you ain’t never heard
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| But I’m down on my luck and things are just a little slack
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| I gotta quarter in my pocket and a shirt on my back
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| But you buy me some supper and give me a place I can sleep
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| He said «I'll sing you some songs that’ll rock your head to sleep
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| I got talent boy. |
| Said back home they call me the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
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| Well I knew I was in a room with some kind of a nut
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| When he pulled out that pack of used cigarette butts
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| So that’s when I told him «We can’t use you today»
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| So I handed the boy a dollar and sent him on his way
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| Well the boss got back and we both had a laugh
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| When I told him 'bout the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
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| And pretty soon I had the story circling around
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| About this Mississippi nut that we had in our town
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| I said, «watch him everybody, the boy’s squirrelly!
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| He walks around calling himself the Tupelo Mississippi Flash.»
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| Well it happened one day while I was driving to my home
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| I just happened to have my car radio on
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| When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
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| By a kid called the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
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| I almost wrecked my automobile
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| I went through a red light
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| I hit the traffic cop… Why?
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| Well my story’s got an ending and it’s short and sweet
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| The boss man he fired me and left me out in the street
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| But I got a new job now and I’m as learnin' real fast
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| I’m drivin' the bus for the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
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| And his Cadillac I’m driving that for him too
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| And that yacht he’s got
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| And is there a plane?
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| Well chauffeur, chauffeur I hear him say
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| Tupelo Mississippi, who ever heard of it… |