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