Way on down to southern Alabama
With the guitars jammin’
That’s where we’re headed
Straight up to Butte, Montana
Singin’ “Lord, I Was Born a Ramblin’ Man”
California to Oregon, even New York City
Got one or two hillbillies
Ready to hit the road

Chorus
It’s a brother and a sister kind of thing
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 thing, cock this thing
Me and my gang, yeah - me and my gang

We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks
High class women in Daisy Duke denim
Bangin' on gongs and singing our songs
Dude named Elrod jammin’ on an iPod
Beer and bonfires
Wide open throttle
Coors in a bottle
It’s all for one and one for all, ya’ll

Yeah – Woo!
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Yeah – With me and my gang
Jump on that train – whoa!
Grab hold of them reins, baby!