We are the Kings

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' [bad word] 
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' [bad word] 
Livin' our life, with a rebel yell!

[GUITAR SOLO]

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' [bad word] 
Livin' our life, with a rebel yell!

Yeah!

Yeah!

With a rebel yell!

Yeah!

Oh, here we go!