Byrds - Drug Store Truck Drivin Man
Written by roger mcguinn and gram parsons
He’s a drug store truck drivin man
He’s a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town
Well he’s got him a house on the hill
He plays country records till you’ve had your fill
He’s a fireman’s friend, he’s an all night dj
But he sure does think different from the records he plays
He’s a drug store truck drivin man
He’s a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town
Well he don’t like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
He’s got him a medal he won in the war
Weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floor
He’s a drug store truck drivin man
He’s a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town
He’s been like a father to me
He’s the only dj you can hear after three
I’m an all night musician in a rock ’n’ roll band
And why he don’t like me, I can’t understand
He’s a drug store truck drivin man
He’s a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town