Il testo della Tupelo mississippi flash

Im gonna tell you a story thats all about
This job i had one time as a talent scout

I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasnt in town
The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to come around
Well, he walks into my office with a great big grin
And folks thats where my story really begins

He said, son my name is boregard rippy
I come to you from tupelo mississippi
I write songs thatll sing like a bird
I play licks on my guitar like you aint never heard"

"but im down on my luck, things are just a little slack
I gotta quarter in my pocket and a shirt on my back
But you buy me some supper, give me a place i can sleep"
He said, ill sing you some songs
Thatll knock your head to creak, i got talent boy"
Said, "back home they call me the tupelo mississippi flash"

Well, i knew i was in a room with some kind of a nut
When he pulled out that pack of used cigarette butts
So thats when i told him, we cant use you today
So i handed the boy a dollar and i sent him on his way

Well, the boss got back and we both had a laugh
When i told him bout the tupelo mississippi flash
And pretty soon i had the story circlin' around
About this mississippi nut that we had in our town

I said, watch him everybody, the boys squirrely
He walks around callin' himself the tupelo mississippi flash

Well, and it happened one day while i was drivin' to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on
When i heard the jockey ravin' about a brand new smash
By a kid called the tupelo mississippi flash

Well, i almost wrecked my automobile
I went through a red light, i hit the traffic cop, why

Well, my storys got an ending and its short and sweet
The boss man he fired me and left me out in the street
But i got a new job now and im learnin real fast
Im drivin the bus for the tupelo mississippi flash

And his cadillac, im driving that for him too
And that yacht hes got, and his aeroplane
Well, chauffeur, so good, i always say
Tupelo mississippi, who ever heard of it, why

I'll kill the boy
Help him somebody