 I went as far as I could and went to stop at a car. It was right in front of this little bar, kind of a redneck-looking joint called the Dew Drop Inn. Stuck all my hair up under my hat, went in and told the bartender I'd had a flat. Would he be kind enough to give me change for a one? There's one thing I sure proud to see, there wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me, and he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.