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