And yet more lyrics. An Okie version (though it seems to me this would sing just as well, or badly, to the tune of “The Patriot Game”):

Oh, hooray for Greer County, the land of the free,
the land of the grasshopper, bedbug and flea,
I’ll sing of her praises and boast of her fame,
while starving to death on my government claim.
Every night when I go to bed,
a rattlesnake hisses a tune at my head,
a centipede gaily without any fear,
climbs over my pillow and into my ear.

(There is an alternate version here.)