Let's go on a beer run, baby, I'm giving the word
Let's make like a bird and make a migration
'Cause I spent four dollars, baby, last night in a bar
For a PBR, can't afford the libation
I know a spot in Virginia
They'll pour a shot of gin right in ya
For cheaper than a coke
And you can sit and smoke
And cigarettes are almost free
Vices get cheaper the deeper south you go
You can't afford to be sober
We'll go where the prices are so low
We'll be dead by October
Graveyard in Savannah, baby
Just look at the dates
Seems most of these mates didn't make it to thirty
Confederate daughters, maybe
They may have been strong
It's hard to live long when living so dirty
They cry out, "Dixie don't forget us
Sweet land where pork costs less than lettuce
It's 1864, we'll stay for just one more
Have one, you might as well have three"
'Cause vices get cheaper the deeper south you go
Lives don't seem so pricey either
We'll go with our dignity and dough
Then we'll head back north with neither