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.

It's a brother and a sister kinda thing.
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang,
With me an' my gang,
We live to ride, we ride to live.
Er, me an' my gang,
Jump on that train, grab a hold of them reins.
We gonna rock this thing, cock this thing,
Me and my gang.
Yeah, me an' my gang.
We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks,
High class women,
In Daisy Duke denim,
Bangin' on gongs and singin' our songs,
Dude named Elrod jammin' on an Ipod,
Beer and bonfires,
An' wide open throttle, Coors in a bottle,
It's all for one and one for all y'all.

It's a brother and a sister kinda thing.
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang,
With me an' my gang,
We live to ride, we ride to live.
Er, me an' my gang,
Jump on that train, grab hold of them reins.
We gonna rock this thing, cock this thing,
Me and my gang.
Yeah, whoa.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.
Na na na na na na na.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.

It's a brother and a sister kinda thing.
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang,
With me an' my gang,
We live to ride, we ride to live.
Er, me an' my gang,
Jump on that train, grab hold of them reins.
We gonna rock this thing, cock this thing,
Yeah.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.

Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na.

Yeah, me an' my gang.
Jump on that train, whoo!
Grab hold of them reins Baby.