Drug Store Truck Drivin' Man (Live) - 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 he 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 He'll be lucky if he's not in town (This one's for you, Ralph)

I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas It was a little place called Hamburger Dan's And I heard that old jukebox a-playin' A song about a truck drivin' man Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man The waitress just brought me some coffee I thanked her but called her again I said, "That ol' song sure does fit me" "'Cause I am a truck drivin' man" Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man I climbed back on board my old semi And then like a flash I was gone I got them ol' truck wheels a-rollin I'm on my way to San Antone Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man And play The Truck Drivin' Man

Fell Well, I stopped at a road house in Texas A little place called Hamburger Dan's Heard that old jukebox start playin' A tune called the truck drivin' man The waitress then brought me up some coffee I thanked her then called her again I said that old song sure does fit me Cause I'm a truck drivin' man Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land And put a nickel in the jukebox And play the Truck Drivin' Man Well, I climbed back aboard my old semi And then like a flash I was gone I got them old truck wheels a rollin' Now, I'm on my way to San Antone When I get my call up to glory They will take me away from this land I'll head this truck up to heaven Cause' I'm a Truck Drivin' Man Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play that Truck Drivin' Man And play that Truck Drivin' Man

Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya It was muggy July around supper time When I pulled into New Orleans I got dropped off at South Rampart Street I was hungry for a plate of greens I made my way down the banquette Where I could see an open door And overhead a sign made of painted pine read The Dixie Drug Store Peppers and roots were hanging from the rafters above There were oils and sprays all on display For money, luck and for love I reached down to pick one up When a dark hand grabbed my arm And before I could see just who it was She said "You don't want that charm" Oh Jambalaya "The last man to walk that thing out of here Just up and disappeared Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes Near a tombstone down in Algiers What you need, my travelling friend Is a place to wash your jeans And I wouldn't be the least surprised If you were hungry for a plate of greens" She beckoned me on up the stairs For she'd done made up her mind Said "Take off your hat and kick off your boots And leave your pride behind" Oh Jambalaya She took me down to a secret place In the bayou of her blankets She offered to share her bourbon I thanked her then I drank it Thru a small crack in the ceiling Burst the Louisiana moon It shone down on our bodies And we began to croon Like a couple of coyotes We were howling thru the night And I swear they were a beatin' those Congo drums outside Oh Jambalaya We laughed until the mornin' By then my pants had dried I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots And I gathered up my pride I figured she had done stepped out I didn't see her anywhere And I set out to find her I headed on downstairs Got down to the bottom I couldn't believe my eyes Gone were all the bottles And the remedy supplies Oh Jambalaya I shouted out for Marie I darted out the door An old man on the wooden porch said "What you in there for? Son, you got no business The hoodoo store's been closed Long as I remember A century I suppose" "But Mister, I just spent the night With a young gal named Laveau" He said "The Widow Paris Done had a little laugh on you" I said "You mean to tell me That was the voodooin'?" He nodded yes, "None other The Queen of New Orleans" Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya Oh Jambalaya

Pressurize me, carbonize me Synthesize me, grow, grow, part of me I'm elastic plastic Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Living in a technicolor dream In a technicolor dream In a technicolor dream Pressurize me, carbonize me Synthesize me, grow, grow, part of me I'm elastic plastic I see right through I see right through Living in a technicolor dream In a technicolor dream (Living in) In a technicolor dream Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim Let's play, let's play Gemini communicator Gemini communicator Gemini communicator

There are pyramids in my head There's one underneath my bed And my lady's getting cranky Every possible location Has a simple explanation And it isn't hanky-panky I had read Somewhere in a book They improve all your food and your wine, it said That everything you grow in your garden Would taste pretty fine, instead All I ever get is a pain in the neck And a yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap I've consulted all the sages I could find in yellow pages But there aren't many of them And the Mayan panoramas On my pyramid pajamas Haven't helped my little problem I've been told Someone in the know Can be sure that his luck is as good as gold Money in the bank And you don't even pay for it, if you fold A dollar in the shape Of the pyramid that's printed on the back It's no lie You can keep the edge Of a razor as sharp as an eagle's eye You can grow a hedge That is vertically straight over ten feet high All you really need is a pyramid and just a little luck La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ooh La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ooh I had read Somewhere in a book They improve all your food and wine And I've been told Someone in the know can be sure of his good luck And it's no lie All you really need is a little bit of pyramidic help

Watching, waiting Rising, falling Listening, calling Drifting Touching, feeling (I see your) Seeing, believing (shadow coming) Hoping, sending (closer every) Leaving (day) I couldn't say why you and I are Gemini If I tried to write a million words a day I see your shadow (I could not) Coming closer (say why you and) Then watch you (I are) Drifting away (Gemini) Watching (watching), waiting (waiting) Rising (rising), falling (falling) Listening (listening), calling (calling) Drifting (drifting, drifting, drifting) Touching (touching), feeling (feeling) (I feel your) Seeing (seeing), believing (believing) (shadow coming) Hoping (hoping), sending (sending) (closer every) Leaving (leaving) (day) (Leaving, leaving) I couldn't say why you and I are Gemini We are travelling a million worlds away I see your (watching) shadow (waiting) (I could not) Coming (rising) closer (falling) (say why you and) Then watch you (listening) (I are) Drifting away (Gemini) (Calling, calling, calling) Watch you (watching) (I could) Drifting away (not say why) Falling (falling) (you and I) Listen who's calling (calling, calling) (are Gemini) (Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling)