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Texarkana To Panama City (Lee Rocker)

Oh there’s a pick-up truck that’s rusting in the yard And a barkin’ dog out front like he’s on guard Well, the birds are singin’ in the trees Ain’t nothing like the summer breeze A hot wind is blowing through the trailer park Well, just a mile further ain’t that far Well, Main street looks like an old postcard Won’t you check the aisle, take the dollar gas And watch the convicts pick up trash Livin’ on the land of the brave and free Georgia, Carolina and Tennessee Here’s the place you really just gotta be Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi From Texarkana down to Panama City Well, past the tracks on the other side of town They got a little shack that’s almost fallin’ down They were drinkin’ whiskey with their friends Well, don’t you know they’re drunk again And you know that nothing is ever gonna change Well, they got themselves a rockabilly band And I went there once to try to lend a hand Yeah, the music is hot and the beers are cold I ain’ that young, I ain’t that old It’s the little things gonna satisfy our souls They got the Nascar, NFL and the NRA I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the USA Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi From Texarkana to Panama City They got a pick-up truck that’s rusting in the yard And a barkin’ dog out front like he’s on guard Well, the birds are singin’ in the trees Ain’t nothing like the summer breeze A hot wind is blowing through the trailer park Georgia, Carolina and Tennessee Here’s the place you really just gotta be Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi From Texarkana down to Panama City They got the Nascar, NFL and the NRA I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the USA Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi From Texarkana to Panama City