Letra de Lower 48
Florida shakes in the mystery of numbers Pan handlers cookin them road kill wings Texas drinks from 1100 springs Cotton mouth and the copperhead are kingNebraska asks if you're up to the task of Corn in a basket what ya gonna say California likes to kill ther gov'ners In a pool of blood on a super highwayMontana's cold as the titties on witches Freeze yer fine hairs and yer britches too Minnesota is a site in the summer But a Louisiana ditch is just another bayouAladambama and Mississippi do Muggy in the summer and Christmas too Oklahoma is a dirty red mean Native American slot machineAte the fuzz off a Georgia peach South Carolina I learned to preach Married my cousin up in Arkansas Married two more when I got to UtahVirgina, West Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee Vermont, Delaware, Missouri Illinois, Indiana, Wyoming, Rhode Island Pennsylvania, Arizona, North Carolina Michigan, Maine, Maryland, Idaho Connecticut, Massachussets, Ohio Nevada, Wisconsin, Oregon Kansas, Iowa, Washington New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, New Mexico North Dakota, South Dakota, ColoradoWake up lads, we're runnin late Rackin my rig in the Lower 48