The uneasy ridercharlie daniels spoken: [c] i was takin' a trip out to l.a.[f] toolin' along in my chevrolet[g7] tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radi-[c] o ... [c] just as i crossed the mississippi line[f] i heard that highway start to whine[g7] and i knew that left rear tire was about to [c] go. well, the spare was flat and i got uptight'cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sightso i just limped on down the shoulder on the rim i went as far as i could and when i stopped the carit was right in front of this little barkind of redneck lookin' joint, called the dew drop inn. well, i stuffed my hair up under my hatand told the bartender that i had a flatand would he be kind enough to give me change for a onethere was one thing i was sure proud to seethere wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and meand he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.i called up the station down the road a waysand he said he wasn't very busy todayand he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or sohe said now you just stay right where you're at and i didn't bother tellin' the durn fool i sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go.i just ordered up a beer and sat down at the barwhen some guy walked in and said; "who owns this car?with the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"well, he looked at me and i damn near diedand i decided that i'd just wait outsideso i layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.just when i thought i'd get outta there with my skinthese five big dudes come strollin' inwith this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teethand i was almost to the door when the biggest onesaid; "you tip your hat to this lady, son."and when i did all that hair fell out from underneath.now the last thing i wanted was to get into a fightin jackson, mississippi on a saturday night'specially when there was three of them and only one of methey all started laughin' and i felt kinda sickand i knew i'd better think of somethin' pretty quickso i just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.he let out a yell that'd curl your hairbut before he could move, i grabbed me a chairand said; "watch him folks, 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man.""well, you may not know it, but this man's a spyhe's an undercover agent for the fbiand he's been sent down here to infiltrate the ku klux klan."he was still bent over, holdin' on to his kneebut everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to meand i layed it on thicker and heavier as i wenti said; "would you beleive this man has gone as faras tearin' wallace stickers off the bumpers of carsand he voted for george mcgovern for president.""he's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fagsi betcha he's even got a commie flagtacked up on the wall, inside of his garagehe's a snake in the grass, i tell ya guyshe may look dumb, but that's just a disguisehe's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."they all started lookin' real suspicious at himand he jumped up an' said; "now, just wait a minute, jimyou know he's lyin' i've been livin' here all of my life.""i'm a faithfull follower of brother john birchand i belong to the antioch baptist churchand i ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife."then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way i was dressedbut i didn't wait around to hear the resti was too busy movin' and hopin' i didn't run outta luckand when i hit the ground, i was makin' tracksand they were just takin' my car down off the jacksso i threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.mario andretti woulda sure been proudof the way i was movin' when i passed that crowdcomin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trotand i guess i should-a gone ahead and runbut somehow i couldn't resist the funof chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.well, they're headin' for their car, but i hit the gasand spun around and headed them off at the passi was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the airha ha, well, i had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'but i figured i oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.when i hit the road i was really wheelin'had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'and i didn't slow down 'til i was almost to arkansas well, i think i'm gonna re-route my tripi wonder if anybody'd think i'd flippedif i went to l.a. - via omaha.from: "nancy wood" <brooksie2@mailcity.com>