I woke up at noon
With my alarm clock
Packed my bags
Searching for some truth
I ain't found nothing
What a drag
Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind
In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars fly high on a
Hazy day in June
I feel romantic
Like Jesse James
I shot some good ol' boy
'Cause he was fucking with me
Didn't ask his name
Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind
In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars glimmer like fire
Flying Texas bound
Love that Dixie ground
I'm a punk rock outlaw
Glory bound
I was killed last night
Flashed low rider lights
By an "esse" Mexican
Over reefer bales
At twelve oh two
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