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There's no work to be found, everybody's higher on the ground Since the jobs all went abroad across the sea Well the union trumped the unions, now the little guy is frozen We're not standin' in the streets with signs anymore, what the hell for? You know what I mean is, can't stay in pan handle country Grow bananas in another land, and ease the travelin' through What Hartford said wasn't true, they all know what you do Chuck says it's all downhill since Hoover Traps and trees can be enough to eat, nobody's neighbors got to cheat Or steal another gallon of that Texas tea, black gold that is You know what I mean is, I can't stay in pan handle country Grow bananas in another land, and ease the travelin' through Who can copyright tomatoes, stop the medicine where it grows Maybe corporate farmers will sell it over the counter I heard a tropic breeze is nicer, nothin' tastes like curried lobster Some people run away from democracy, to be more free You know what I mean is, can't stay in pan handle country Grow bananas in another land, and ease the travelin' through Grow bananas in another land, and ease the travelin' through From Letras Mania