Grab your Supertramp and your Steely Dan
And strike like a nail for the Southern land
Do twenty four hours driving like a fool
And the Gulf of Mexico will be your swimming pool
Can you believe it, Ma?
We're going down
They've got palm trees growing all over the place
And it's so bloody hot you could fry an egg on your face
I just met something called a Vanagon
They don't have any of these things where I come from
There ain't no doubt about it Momma
We're going down
Well excuse my French but I've just seen about a thousand
Trucks as big as the blessed Millenium Falcon
And the best thing I've eaten in my life so far
Was a greasy little sandwich in a Georgia bar
I believe it now
We're going down
And I can't quite remember who it was that said
"Hey, those fluffy little clouds just turned to thunderheads"
There are some things that just ain't right
Like sitting and reading the Bible on a Friday night
Like trying to fly a kite in the pouring rain
Or sitting in the Low Country in a hurricane
So it's yeah, yeah, yeah
Grab your Supertramp and your Steely Dan
And strike like a nail for the Southern land
Do twenty four hours driving like a fool
And the Gulf of Mexico will be your swimming pool
Can you believe it, Ma?
We're going down
copyright 2005, Krista Weaver
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Lyrics submitted by Krista Weaver.