We played down in the Bayou In some old barn they turned into a bar This pretty little red hair girl Took our drummer to her car They were getting hard and heavy When someone hollered mister and said You aint from around here Get your hands off my sister We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll We roll down on the highway On the drinking side of country Thats the ramblers on the run So we went up to Detroit and took some country to the city Like some old hillbilly tourists I guess we looked real silly Cause they were laughing at us man Till we tired out the band Said, you hicks are pretty slick So we jammed and then we split We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll We roll down on the highway On the drinking side of country Thats the ramblers on the run You might also likeWooo Oh ya Haha Look whats coming over this way buddy Im out here Brunette from Minnesota drinking Jim Bean and Cola kept Buying him round shots She was trying to get me drunk I said my heart dont belong to me I left it back in Tennessee She said Your heart aint the part that I want We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll We roll down on the highway On the drinking side of country Thats the ramblers on the run We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll We roll down on the highway On the drinking side of country Thats the ramblers on the run Oh no I smell trouble Just a second Ill be right back
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