On the road for forty days

Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze.

Sweet, sweet Connie -- doin' her act

She had the whole show and that's a natural fact.

Up all night with Freddy King

I got to tell you poker's his thing

A-booze 'n ladies keep me right

As long as we can make it to the show tonight



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We're an American band

We're an American band

We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down

We're an American band



Four young chaquitas in Omaha

Was waitin' for the band to return from the show

Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night

The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight

Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan

They was out to meet the boys in the band

They said, "Come on, dudes, let's get it on,"

And we proceeded to tear that hotel down



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We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo

We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo

We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo