As I drove down on 65, I was cruisin' down that old grapevine Well, I must have been doin' at least about 95 Well out there on the side of the road all broke down and Who do you think was standin' around But the greatest country singer alive!
I'll fix your flat tire Merle Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl 'Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul And I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Well I hear you had an adventurous youth, makin' love in a telephone booth And I even hear you did a little stretch in jail But now you got a big ranch house with a bar And eight, nine, ten of them fancy cars And every other little check comin' in the mail
I'll fix your flat tire Merle Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl 'Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul And I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Now I heard all them records ya did, makin' fun of us long haired kids And now ya know we don't care what ya think... Merle, If you're gonna call the world your home Ya know you're gonna have to get out and get stoned An' it's better with a joint than with a drink, I think
So I'll fix your flat tire Merle Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl 'Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul And I'll fix your flat tire Merle So I'll fix your flat tire MerleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
