Ozark-Land

I don't write about the lone star state, cause it ain't home to me I spent my nights in Tulsa, wasted days in OKC I'm from south of Kansas City, almost down to Arkansas Where the hoot owls f*ck the goats And the hills are ten miles long Its speed traps and tourist maps, the god damn Branson Belle It's Vegas for the baptists, it's a Silver Dollar City hell I don't always love it, but it made me who I am Ozarkland That forty four corridor might be what hell is like It's tractors, trucks, and trailers, under construction since ninety nine The billboard signs with scriptures, next to the triple X arcade There's a men's spa by the stock yards, don't forget "God Hates Gays" It's mobile homes and payday loans and pseudoephedrine dope But a gas station called Casey's, sells liquor, pizza, and smokes I don't always love it, but it made me who I am Ozarkland I was raised in a cave, and my daddy was a copperhead I swear I hate the sunflower state til I'm cold and dead I don't always love it, but it made me who I am Ozarkland I don't always love it, but it made me who I am Ozarkland