Here We Go Songtext
von Dispatch feat. Rashawn Ross

We′re just, we're happy to be on your stage tonight, Rashawn
Put your hands together for the trumpet man
Your city, your stage
Alright
I am stoked for this one

Un, two

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
(Uh-huh, yeah)


Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, yeah
C′mon LA
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
Come on, now
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
Come on, now
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)

Uh-huh, hey-here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the (dry town), yeah


Well, I got the mean time slippin' down the slide
Some uptight right wing political homicide
Do what you want, take what you will
Take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill
Bourgeois, protocol
Bottoms up boys this is your last call
Happy hour doesn't last too long
(You know it never does)

So I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky
Got a buck an′ a quarter an′ a bucket full a-rye
Don't step out of line you′ll get time in the brig
Don't yield to the mighty you got your own
Dirt to ta dig, you got your own dirt ta dig
Come on, come on

Here we go
Leave it on the (back burner)
Take it to the (dry town), yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the (back burner)
Take it to the (dry town), yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the (back burner)
Take it to the (dry town), yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the (back burner)
Take it to the (dry town), yeah

Well, me and my flea bag friends we ran
To have our own feast of Crispan
Murphy was there with number 22
They were got caught in the middle of a coup
You will lose me if I don′t (lose you)
And I will (lose me) if I don't (lose you-oh-oh)

Aw, take ′em to the bridge
Yeah

So, we haven't chosen
Anyone of you to condemn
So, make your decision and
Choose your side or
Let Rashawn begin

Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
C'mon LA, let′s hear your voices
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
(Uh-huh, hey-yeah)
(Wow)
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Hear that now
(Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah)
A-get it now
Uh-huh, hey-yay-yeah
Hear that now
(Uh-huh), yeah

Steeped in knowledge I′ll step from the board
Down to the speakeasy with my double-edged sword
You know the deal you gotta spin the wheel
A-honey, heavens (are full of sevens)
And as matter of fact, you know that cat suicide jack
He don't play like that
Truth is he don′t really play at all

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Thank you Julliard
Give it up for Rashawn, one more time
Rashawn Ross on the trumpet