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| | Rascal Flatts - Me And My Gang lyrics | 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
Chorus
It’s a brothers and a sisters kind of thang
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang
With me and my gang
We live to ride, we ride to live
Me and my gang, jump on that train
Grab hold of them reigns
We’re gonna rock this thang, cock this thang
Me and my gang, yeah - me and my gang
We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks
High class women in Daisy Duke denim
Bangin on gongs and singing our songs
Dude named Elrock jammin’ on an iPod
Beer and bonfires
Wide open throttle
Coors in a bottle
It’s all for one and one for all, ya’ll
Yeah – Woo!
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Yeah – With me and my gang
Jump on that train – whoa!
Grab hold of them reigns, baby! |
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