Rascal Flatts
Rascal Flatts - Me And My Gang songtekst
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Way on down to southern Alabama With the guitars jamming that's where we're headed Straight up to Butte, Montana Singin' "Lord, I Was Born a Rambling Man" California to Oregon Even New York City got one or two hill billies Ready to hit the road It's a brother and a sister kind of thang 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 Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thang, cock this thang Me and my gang, yeah Me and my gang We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks High class women in Daisy Duke denim Banging on gongs and singing our songs Dude named Elrod jamming on an iPod Beer and bonfires 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 thang 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 Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thang, cock this thang Me and my gang, yeah Na na na... It's a brother and a sister kind of thang 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 Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thang, cock this thang, yeah Na na na... Yeah, with me and my gang Jump on that train, woo Grab hold of them reins, baby