It stretches all the way from the mississippi river To the shoals of alabam Up through the hills to the tennessee valley To the banks of the cumberland I was making my way down to tupelo When i felt my engine fail I was all alone at the side of the road A oooo oo Out in the natchez trail Better watch where you walk Or you might get lost I set out hiking by the pale moonlight Looking for the nearest town When i came across a man called chickasaw sam Sittin on an indian mound He had an ol' peace pipe and an un-corked jug Filled with magic ale I took a little sip and my mind played tricks I heard the sky thunder I heard the wind blow I heard a whole herd of buffalo The stars started spinnin Around and round I felt my feet comin off the ground I was flyin down the trail I was flyin real low And i flew all the way to tupelo I saw the boy king i saw chickasaw sam Then it all went black with a wave of his hand I woke up with the sun shinnin in my face In the front of my chevelle How i got back to the double bridge I could never tell I took a little trip to the other side But i lived to tell the tale It was a stroke of luck when that motor cranked up