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