I'll Fix Your Flat Tire, Merle

As I drove down old 65, I was cruising down that old grapevine Well I must have been doing at least about ninety five Right there on the side of the road all broke down, well who do you think was a-standing around But the greatest country singer alive Chorus: Well I'll fix your flat tire, Merle Don't you get your sweet country picking fingers all covered with oil (?earl?) 'Cause you're a honky I know and Merle you got soul And I'll fix your flat tire Merle Well I hear you had an adventurous youth, making 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 week a check coming in the mail Chorus Well I heard all them records you did, making fun of us long-haired kids And now you know we don't care what you think 'Cause Merle, if you're gonna call the world your home you know you're gonna have to get out and get stoned And it's better with a joint than a drink, I think Chorus Tabbed By Larry Mofle [email protected] 12/18/2004