Tekster:
Drive By Truckers The Dirty South

Life ain't nothing but a blendin' up of all the ups and downs Dammit Elvis, don't you know He makes mama so proud Before you ever made that record, before

See his name in Victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive

that hide behind your dress Belly up and arch your back Well I ain't really fallin' asleep I'm fadin' to black And you could come to me by plane, but

on the avenue and probably coming after you And they all look mean and strong Mean and strong like liquor, mean and strong like fear Strong like the people from South

We gonna take you up to McMary county Tennessee Back in the days when Sheriff Buford Busted around things around there Sheriff Buford Pusser Was tryin

a deferment, there's was much work to be done He was a family man, even in those days But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway In the South Pacific

cheap as hell and only John would work as well So they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died John Henry was a steel-driving bastard But

put the bottom in their face Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy played poker by a hard

can remember is "It sounded like a train" Pieces of that truck stop, litter up the highway, I been told And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas