Mama keeps tryin’ to get the game on the radioDaddy’s gotta know the score 

There’s a big yellow thing on a flat bed trailer 

Wonder what that thing’s forWe got towels rolled up in the back seat window 

Keeping us out of the sunJust a hundred more miles and we’ll be at grandma’s 

Sure is gonna be fun 

Maybe she’ll take us fishin’ 

Maybe she’ll bake us a pieRemember like she did that one time 

Back before grandpa died 



It’s Memorial Day in America 

Everybody’s on the road 

Let’s remember our fallen heroes 

Y’all be sure and drive slow 



Ninety eight degrees in the shade of the tool shed 

Can’t go back in the house 

They’re all in the kitchen yellin’ ‘bout something 

Don’t know what it’s about 

Joey ‘n Mary said not to worry 

Said it’s just the same old figh 

tHappens whenever they all get together 

Everything’s really alright 



It’s Memorial Day in America 

This is how it’s supposed to be 

Let’s remember our fallen heroesIn the land of the free 



Daddy’s in the big chair sippin’ on a cold beer 

Grandma’s cuttin’ a switch 

She overheard Mary cussin’ her brother 

Called him a son of a bitch 

She got a good green limb off a sweet gum sapling 

Man that’s bound to sting 



But Mary don’t cry just stands there and takes it 

Doesn’t seem to feel a thing 

No Mary don’t cry, you know she’s a big girl 

Wonder what made her so mad 

She takes those licks looking in through the den door 

Staring right straight at her dad 



There’s a big yellow thing on a flat bed trailer 

Daddy nearly hit that bird 

They’re both in the front seat 

Starin’ right straight ahead 

Neither one saying a word 

The sun’s going down in the rear view mirror 

Gonna be driving all night 

Wonder if the neighbor’s fed the canary 

Wonder if the cat’s alright