I was heading down to Alabama
To see a friend
I was thinkin' bout all that was
And not all that is
I was making pretty good time
Thought I'd stop and cop a cup of joe
When I saw the roadside sign saying
Welcome to Tupelo
I hit a little bump of speed
And hit a speed bump on the Trace
They only let you run 55 inside that place
Where the long, clear tail of a golden mare
Whips sunlight side to side
Red-tail hawk squawking
High atop a yellow pine
Came up on a spot where a
Hundred trees were down
A storm came through,
I heard'em talking bout that in town
About a daddy battening down the hatches
But the Natchez hatched another plan
Death, oh death,
Why can you tell it better than I can
I saw the burying grounds of
An early tribe of rambling man
Now that's the kind of freedom
I don't guess I'll ever understand
Everybody around here knows
A lady with that native look to her eye
Every time she sees you,
Man she leaves you something good behind
I pulled off for a spot of 87
Down around Cherokee
An old man buying noon booze
Took a long look at me
I kicked a kid sock by the dumpster,
The Norfolk Southern sang a baritone
German Shepherd running like water down an access road
I took a left on Alabama
And all the rest were right
I pulled my hair flat-back in the mirror
Till it looked alright
I opened up the front door,
He said "you're a little bit late, ya know"
I said I know well
I took a wrong turn down
To Tupelo