Pure Prairie League - I'll Change Your Flat Tire Merle lyrics

rate me

As I drove down on 65, I was cruisin' down that old

grapevine

Well, I must have been doin' at least about 95

Well out there on the side of the road all broke down

and

Who do you think was standin' around

But the greatest country singer alive!

I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all

covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Well I hear you had an adventurous youth, makin' love

in a telephone booth

And I even hear you did a little stretch in jail

But now you got a big ranch house with a bar

And eight, nine, ten of them fancy cars

And every other little check comin' in the mail

I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all

covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Now I heard all them records ya did, makin' fun of us

long haired kids

And now ya know we don't care what ya think... Merle,

If you're gonna call the world your home

Ya know you're gonna have to get out and get stoned

An' it's better with a joint than with a drink, I think

So I'll fix your flat tire Merle

Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all

covered with erl

Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul

And I'll fix your flat tire Merle

So I'll fix your flat tire Merle