Hasten oh Chevy over the dirt road
Foamy neck'd Bud's runnin' all over me.
Bocephus has called us from Graceland in Memphis
To Elvis' country his army to be.
We'll take our pickups and shoot guns and coon dogs
We'll raise some hell. Y'all wait and see.
Bocephus has promised us bars we can drink in.
Bars where we drink to old Robert E. Lee.
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