Wah, wah, wah, wah
We on down to Southern Alabama
Where the guitars jammin'
That's where we're headin'
Straight up to Butte, Montana
Singin' Lord I'm a grown up ramblin' man
California to Oregon
Even New York City got one or two hillbillies ready to hit the road
It's a brother and a sister kind of thing
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with me and my gang
We live to ride, we ride to live, me and my gang
Jump on that train, *** hold of them reins
We're gonna rock this thing, cock this thing
Me and my gang
Yeah, me and my gang
We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks
High class women and daisy duke denim
Banging on gongs, singing our songs
Doodling their rock, jamming on an iPod
Beer and beer
Fun bars, wide open throttle
Coors in a bottle
It's all for one and one for all, y'all
It's a brother and a sister kind of thing
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with me and my gang
We live to ride, we ride to live, me and my gang
Jump on that train, *** hold of them reins
We're gonna rock this thing, cock this thing
We're gonna rock this thing
Me and my gang
Yeah, we're gonna roll
La, la da-da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-la
La, la da-da-da-la
It's a brother and a sister kind of thing
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang
With me and my gang, we live to ride
We ride to live, me and my gang
Jump on that train, *** hold of them reins
We're gonna rock this thing, rock this thing
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
With me and my gang
I jump on that train
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
*** hold of them reins, baby