Lyrics of
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
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