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! [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' Hell, Livin' our life, with a rebel yell! Yeah! Yeah! With a rebel yell! Yeah! Oh, here we go!