Traveling in a french fried Kia On a Interstate, In south Idaho I met a cowboy that almost looked like Clint with a gun and a squint like Eastwood And he asked: Do you come from a land plowed under? Where women fight and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Elections don't count for shit out here He was six foot four and full of muscle I asked, "Did Covid happen here?" He just smiled and gave me a Red Stripe beer And he said: I come from a land plowed under Where beer flowed and men were hunters Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover, ye-aah Lyin' in a puddle of used gin With a slack jaw and not much to say I said to the man, "What the fuck happened to me?" Because I come from Washington DC... And he said: Oh! you come from a land plowed under too. (oh yeah, yeah) Where women grow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Aah You better run, you better take cover Living in the land of plowed under Where women fight and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Can't you hear thunder?) You better run, you better take cover Living in the land of plowed under Where women fight and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, yeah You better run, you better take cover, e-ah Living in the plowed under, oh-ooh Where women go and men plunder
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