Flat Tire
Down the road and over the hill
I took my baby ridin' in my automobile
Ridin' along, me and my heart's desire
Ssssssss, a flat tire
I grabbed my jack,
I reached for my spare
A-raidin' through the boot,
It was flat as a chair
I took out my pump
And started pumpin' back
Ssssssss, another flat
Well, I was standin' there lookin', thinkin' bout' my fate
When along came Charlie in his eighty-eight
My baby jumped out and flagged Charlie down
He said, "Hop in, babe, I'll drive you back to town"
I was all shook up and feelin' bad
I was thinkin' 'bout the fun that we could have had
I had just about figured out what to do
Ssssssss, Ssssssss, the others blew
I took my jack and threw it across the field
I was so disgusted with my automobile
I made a sharp u-turn upon a single rim
Charlie had his girl and they had to catch him
I was gone and doin' 'bout 82
And somethin' said to me somebody's followin' you
I looked in my mirror and bless my soul
Rrrrr, It was the Highway Patrol
Ssssssss, flat tire
Ssssssss, flat tire
Ssssssss, flat tire
Ssssssss, flat tire
Ssssssss, flat tire