I'm gonna tell you a story that's all about
This job I had one time as a talent scout
I had a hard day at the office
And the boss wasn't in town
The day this hired legged guitar picker
Just happened to come around
Well, he walks into my office
With a great big grin
And folks that's where my story really begins
He said, "Son my name is Boregard Rippy
I come to you from Tupelo, Mississippi
I write songs that'll sing like a bird
I play licks on my guitar
Like you ain't never heard"
"But I'm down on my luck
Things are just a little slack
I gotta quarter in my pocket
And a shirt on my back
But you buy me some supper
Give me a place I can sleep"
He said, "I'll sing you some songs
That'll knock your head to creak
I got talent, boy"
Said, "Back home they call me
The Tupelo Mississippi Flash"
Well, I knew I was in a room
With some kind of a nut
When he pulled out that pack
Of used cigarette butts
So that's when I told him
"We can't use you today"
So I handed the boy a dollar
And I sent him on his way
Well, the boss got back
And we both had a laugh
When I told him about
The Tupelo Mississippi Flash
And pretty soon I had the story
Circling around
About this Mississippi nut
That we had in our town
I said, "Watch him everybody
The boy's squirrely
He walks around calling himself
The Tupelo Mississippi Flash"
Well, and it happened one day
While I was driving to my home
I just happened to have
My car radio on
When I heard the jockey raving
About a brand new smash
By a kid called
The Tupelo Mississippi Flash
Well, I almost wrecked my automobile
I went through a red light
I hit the traffic cop
Why
Well, my story's got an ending
And it's short and sweet
The boss man he fired me
And left me out in the street
But I got a new job now
And I'm learning real fast
I'm driving the bus
For the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
And his Cadillac
I'm driving that for him too
And that yacht he's got
And his aeroplane
Well, chauffeur, so good
I always say
Tupelo Mississippi
Who ever heard of it, why
I'll kill the boy
Help him somebody