Eatin' corn bread
Watchin' chickens fight
That's the way we get it on,
every night.
Goin' to a party with the farmer's daughter,
Playin' on my guitar, make a few quarters.
We've been down to Texas,
And we've been to Alabama,
But I'm here to tell ya,
We're a Kentucky band.
Roll with Elvis in his Cadillac,
Rode with Jesse on horseback,
Slingin' guns and raisin' Hell,
Livin' our life, with a rebel yell!
Stay up all night, drinkin',
Make some driver hod rod race in a broken down car,
grab a bull by the horns,
but you better move fast,
full steam ahead down a one way path.
We've been down to Texas,
And we've been to Alabama,
But I'm here to tell ya,
We're a Kentucky band.
Roll with Elvis in his Cadillac,
Rode with Jesse on horseback,
Slingin' guns and raisin' Hell,
Livin' our life, with a rebel yell!
[GUITAR SOLO]
We've been down to Texas,
And we've been to Alabama,
But I'm here to tell ya,
We're a Kentucky band.
Roll with Elvis in his Cadillac,
Rode with Fonda on a horseback,
Slingin' mud and raisin' Hell,
Livin' our life, with a rebel yell!
With a rebel yell!
Oh, here we go!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI