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