We Are the Kings - Black Stone Cherry

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!

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!

Yeah!

Yeah!

With a rebel yell!

Yeah!

Oh, here we go!