Texarkana to Panama City

Texarkana to Panama City - Lee Rocker Lyrics

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