I came up through the trenches
Where we only played for tips and alcohol
You find out what you're made of
When there ain't no gold or platinum on the wall
And there's a few more like me
Who ain't afraid of fighting for the cause
Me and my band of brothers
We got you covered
Out here on the honky-tonk front lines
We're loaded up with country music
We ain't afraid to use it
Even if we have to die
We don't have to play all night
Well, we ain't no rookies
It's our third tour of duty
But that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
Me and my band of brothers
Got you covered
On the honky-tonk front lines
From the bars of San Diego
To the county fairway
Up in Bangor, man
We keep the tour bus rollin'
Just like it was
A big old Sherman tank
Like those who came before us
Owens, Haggard, Willie, Will, and Jones and Hank
Me and my band of brothers
We got you covered
Out here on the honky-tonk front lines
We're loaded up with country music
We ain't afraid to use it
Even if we have to play all night
Well, we ain't no rookies
It's our third tour of duty
But that's alright
Yeah, that's alright
Me and my band of brothers
Got you covered
On the honky-tonk front lines












Just like I'm a slave

Out here on the hace
We ain't no rookies
וזin' in that district


It's always promis flexin'
The only thing that keeps me livin'
Is that shamed

Yeah, that's alright


I know no one to scare
Well, we ain't no rookies
It's our third tour of duty
But that's all right, yeah, that's all right
Me and my band of brothers
Got you covered on the honky-tonk front lines
Me and my band of brothers
Got you covered on the honky-tonk front lines
guitar solo