Out On The Natchez Trail

G. CROWE/C. MEAD

IT STRETCHES ALL THE WAY FROM THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER
TO THE SHOALS OF ALABAM
UP THROUGH THE HILLS TO THE TENNESSEE VALLEY
TO THE BANKS OF THE CUMBERLAND
I WAS MAKING MY WAY DOWN TO TUPELO
WHEN I FELT MY ENGINE FAIL
I WAS ALL ALONE AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
OUT ON THE NATCHEZ TRAIL

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A OOOO OO
OUT IN THE NATCHEZ TRAIL
BETTER WATCH WHERE YOU WALK
OR YOU MIGHT GET LOST
OUT ON THE NATCHEZ TRAIL

I SET OUT HIKING BY THE PALE MOONLIGHT
LOOKING FOR THE NEAREST TOWN
WHEN I CAME ACROSS A MAN CALLED CHICKASAW SAM
SITTIN ON AN INDIAN MOUND
HE HAD AN OL’ PEACE PIPE AND AN UN-CORKED JUG
FILLED WITH MAGIC ALE
I TOOK A LITTLE SIP AND MY MIND PLAYED TRICKS
OUT ON THE NATCHEZ TRAIL

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I HEARD THE SKY THUNDER
I HEARD THE WIND BLOW
I HEARD A WHOLE HERD OF BUFFALO
THE STARS STARTED SPINNIN
AROUND AND ROUND
I FELT MY FEET COMIN OFF THE GROUND

I WAS FLYIN DOWN THE TRAIL
I WAS FLYIN REAL LOW
AND I FLEW ALL THE WAY TO TUPELO
I SAW THE BOY KING I SAW CHICKASAW SAM
THEN IT ALL WENT BLACK WITH A WAVE OF HIS HAND

I WOKE UP WITH THE SUN SHINNIN IN MY FACE
IN THE FRONT OF MY CHEVELLE
HOW I GOT BACK TO THE DOUBLE BRIDGE
I COULD NEVER TELL

I TOOK A LITTLE TRIP TO THE OTHER SIDE
BUT I LIVED TO TELL THE TALE
IT WAS A STROKE OF LUCK WHEN THAT MOTOR CRANKED UP
OUT ON THE NATCHEZ TRAIL

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