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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
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 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
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
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
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
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
This one's for you, Ralph
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
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 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
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
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
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
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
This one's for you, Ralph
Lyrics submitted by magicnudiesuit
Drug Store Truck Drivin' Man Lyrics as written by Roger Mcguinn Gram Parsons
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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From rocksbackpages.com/features/0009_parsons_scoppa.html
"Written while the Byrds were on tour following the release of Sweetheart of the Rodeo, this Parsons-McGuinn-penned caricature showed up on the Byrds’ subsequent LP, Dr. Byrds and Mr. Hyde, after Parsons had left. "Gram and I were in a hotel room in London reminiscing about our encounter with Nashville D.J. Ralph Emery," McGuinn recalls. "We'd taken our single, ‘You Ain't Goin' Nowhere,’ to him in hopes of getting it played on WSM, a powerful clear-channel radio station. Ralph previewed the demo disk and said, ‘I'm not going to play that on my show!’ We asked why not and he demanded, ‘What’s it about?' I told him that it was a Bob Dylan song and no one knew what they were about. Ralph didn't think that was funny. He said, ‘Bob Dylan! If he wore green socks, everybody would wear green socks.’ We left the station feeling discouraged. So now in London, I suggested to Gram that we write a song about that experience. We decided that because Ralph had advertised truck seats on his show, he reminded us of a drugstore cowboy, only in his case a ‘Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man.’ "