Out On The Natchez Trail - Chuck Mead

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