Paroles
it stretches all the way from the mississippi river
to the shoals of alabam
up through the hills to the tennessee valley
to the banks of the cumberland
i was making my way down to tupelo
when i felt my engine fail
i was all alone at the side of the road
a oooo oo
out in the natchez trail
better watch where you walk
or you might get lost
i set out hiking by the pale moonlight
looking for the nearest town
when i came across a man called chickasaw sam
sittin on an indian mound
he had an ol' peace pipe and an un-corked jug
filled with magic ale
i took a little sip and my mind played tricks
i heard the sky thunder
i heard the wind blow
i heard a whole herd of buffalo
the stars started spinnin
around and round
i felt my feet comin off the ground
i was flyin down the trail
i was flyin real low
and i flew all the way to tupelo
i saw the boy king i saw chickasaw sam
then it all went black with a wave of his hand
i woke up with the sun shinnin in my face
in the front of my chevelle
how i got back to the double bridge
i could never tell
i took a little trip to the other side
but i lived to tell the tale
it was a stroke of luck when that motor cranked up
