Don't Dump On Dixie

Now listen, we got a little problem here
Has to do with money and power and greed
Some fine-dressed high-toned financier
Coveting the South for his unholy need
Have you seen those trucks out on the super slab
Heading down to Dixie, rolling night and day
Carrying poison from the rich men's labs
To Georgia and 'Bama, down Lousiana way

Don't you dump on Dixie, don't do it, don't even think about it
Just drive on by
Don't dump it on Dixie, forget it, we'll raise a stink about it
Ain't no doubt about it
So don't you try
Don't you even try

What gives 'em the right to mess with what I drink
What makes them think they can muck up the air
Take a look at the sky, tell me what you think
Do you still believe that it's clean up there?
Look at those trucks and think about the loads
Any one of them could kill your youngest child
Invisible men up at the end of the road
Well, they won't give a damn if anybody dies

There's nowhere to run to
Lord, we better make a stand
Do everything we can do
You bet they'll do everything they can
They got it all planned
They think they got it all won
Well, I don't give a damn
'Cause this is my land, and I've only just begun
To make them run

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm beginning to suspect that it's not all germs
We can't sit and wait till we've all expired
A fact's a fact, better come to terms
Think about all those little get-rich toads
In a smoke-filled room with their profit chart
Gotta map showing all of our Southern roads
Poison arrows pointing at our Southern heart