Drug Store Truck Drivin' Man - The Byrds

CHORUS:

He’s a drug store truck drivin' man

He’s the 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

CHORUS

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

It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor

CHORUS

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 and roll band

And why he don’t like me I can’t understand

CHORUS

He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town

(spoken:) this one’s for you, Ralph.