Im gonna you a story thats all about job I had one time as a talent scout
I had a day at the office and the boss wasnt in town The day this hired legged guitar picker happened to come around Well, he walks my office with a great big grin And thats where my story really begins
He said, Son my is Boregard Rippy I come to you from Tupelo I write songs thatll like a bird I play licks on my guitar like you never heard"
"But Im down on my luck, things are just a slack I gotta quarter in my pocket and a shirt on my But you buy me some supper, give me a I can sleep" He said, Ill sing you songs Thatll knock your head to creak, I got boy" Said, "Back home they call me the Mississippi Flash"
Well, I I was in a room with some kind of a nut When he pulled out pack of used cigarette butts So thats when I told him, We cant use you So I handed the boy a and I sent him on his way
Well, the boss got back and we both had a When I him bout the Tupelo Mississippi Flash And pretty I had the story circlin' around About this nut that we had in our town
I said, Watch him everybody, the squirrely He walks around callin' himself the Tupelo Mississippi
Well, and it happened one day I was drivin' to my home I just happened to have my car on When I heard the jockey about a brand new smash By a kid called the Mississippi Flash
Well, I wrecked my automobile I through a red light, I hit the traffic cop, why
Well, my storys got an ending and its and sweet The boss man he me and left me out in the street But I got a new job now and Im learnin fast Im the bus for the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
And his Cadillac, Im driving for him too And that yacht hes got, and his Well, chauffeur, so good, I say Tupelo Mississippi, who heard of it, why
I'll the boy Help him