Texarkana To Panama City

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