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 out on the natchez trail chorus a oooo oo out in the natchez trail better watch where you walk or you might get lost out on the natchez trail 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 out on the natchez trail chorus 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 out on the natchez trail chorus