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Rank this week: 70 (↑31)
Duration: 5:20 
Release Date: 1973  () 
Lyrics By: Charlie Daniels () 
Music By: Charlie Daniels () 
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Released By: Kama Sutra Records (sav-man) 
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Facts:
  • However, in the new version he takes the rednecks' side against the gays ("we're goin' back to where men are men!"). (sav-man)
  • Daniels remade this song as "Uneasy Rider '88," this time talking about rednecks who stumble into a gay bar! (sav-man)
  • A talking-narrative song about a hippie who runs into some trouble with rednecks down south, but manages to survive. (sav-man)
  • This song shows the pot-smoking, whiskey-chugging Daniels of the '70s (NOT the right-winger who guests on Fox News nowadays)! (sav-man)
  • Song Lyrics:
    I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
    Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
    Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio ...
    Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
    I heard that highway start to whine
    And I knew that left rear tire was about to go.

    Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight
    'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
    So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
    I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
    It was right in front of this little bar
    Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn.

    Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat
    And told the bartender that I had a flat
    And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
    There was one thing I was sure proud to see
    There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me
    And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.

    I called up the station down the road a ways
    And he said he wasn't very busy today
    And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so
    He said, "Now you just stay right where you're at
    And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool
    I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go."

    I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
    When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car?
    With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
    Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
    And I decided that I'd just wait outside
    So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.

    Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
    These five big dudes come strollin' in
    With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
    And I was almost to the door when the biggest one
    Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son."
    And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath.

    Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
    In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night
    'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
    They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
    And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
    So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.

    He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
    But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair
    And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man."
    "Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy
    He's an undercover agent for the FBI
    And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan."

    He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
    But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
    And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
    I said, "Would you believe this man has gone as far
    As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
    And he voted for George McGovern for president."

    "He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags
    I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
    Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
    He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya, guys
    He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
    He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."

    They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
    And he jumped up an' said, "Now, just wait a minute, Jim
    You know he's lyin'; I've been livin' here all of my life."
    "I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
    And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
    And I ain't even got a garage. You can call home and ask my wife."

    Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
    But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
    I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
    And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks
    And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks
    So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.

    Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
    Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
    Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
    And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run
    But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
    Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.

    Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas
    And spun around and headed them off at the pass
    I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
    Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'
    Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
    But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.

    When I hit the road, I was really wheelin'
    Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
    And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
    Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
    I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
    If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.
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      Online  -   -  07-23-07 09:16 PM  -  12 years ago
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    I LOVE Charlie Daniels and am a huge fan of his work. That said, I definitely prefer the later (UR'88) version of this song. I may not qualify as redneck myself (college degree, white-collar job) but I DO have pretty strong redneck attitudes. I don't like hippies, I can't stand commies, and I certainly don't like fags. Go Charlie! CDB rules!!!
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