By: jimmy buffett   1970   Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled   In like he owned the two-bit town   Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans   The population they gathered 'round   Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck   Blew a front tire and landed in the creek   Everybody talkin' everybody strainin'   Tryin' to get a little peek      Chorus:   It's just the world they'll never know   Not a country fair side show   Reality they'll somehow never see   He's what they've tried to kill   With their bibles and their stills   But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free      Payin' for the gas he wickedly shouted thanks   And continued on his journey all once again   Just about the time a siren fast-approached and   The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in   With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin'   Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape   While a local d.j. from the fifty watt station got   The whole damn thing on tape      Chorus:   It's just the world they'll never know   Not a country fair side show   Reality they'll somehow never see   He's what they've tried to kill   With their bibles and their stills   But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free      The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation   That the devil had passed right through their nest   But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were   A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest   Now the kids got their cookies while the preacher   Saved some souls and the story spread to everyone in sight   Commotion was the word and everybody heard   He was gone before the night      Chorus:   It's just the world they'll never know   Not a country fair side show   Reality they'll somehow never see   He's what they've tried to kill   With their bibles and their stills   But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free