We Are the Kings Songtext
von 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!

[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!