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Chorus: A# F Heʼs a drug store truck drivinʼ man F A# Heʼs the head of the Ku Klux Klan A# D# When summer rolls around D# F A# Heʼll be lucky if heʼs not in town A# F Well, heʼs got him a house on the hill F D# A# He plays country records till youʼve had your fill A# D# Heʼs a firemanʼs friend heʼs an all night DJ D# F D# A# But he sure does think different from the records he plays Chorus. Well, he donʼt like the young folks I know He told me one night on his radio show Heʼs got him a medal he won in the War It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor Chorus. Heʼs been like a father to me Heʼs the only DJ you can hear after three Iʼm an all night musician in a rock and roll band And why he donʼt like me I canʼt understand Chorus. Heʼll be lucky if heʼs not in town