| We got a farm out in the countryside | 
| We’re eating chicken that is southern fried | 
| We love our women that are countrified | 
| Running barefoot in the sand | 
| We like a guitar that is finely tuned | 
| Like making love under a silvery moon | 
| We’ll be coming to your town real soon | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| We’re playing songs about the promise land | 
| We speak a language you can understand | 
| And singing from our souls | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| Been playing music since time began | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| That loves to rock-n-roll | 
| We play it hard and then we play it back | 
| We go from mooching to a cardiac | 
| We’re driving trucks instead of Cadillacs | 
| Hammering down across the land | 
| Little girl get out your dancing shoes | 
| Tell the old man to throw away his blues | 
| We’re gonna make it so you just can’t lose | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| We play it hard and then we play it back | 
| We go from mooching to a cardiac | 
| We’re driving trucks instead of Cadillacs | 
| Hammering down across the land | 
| We’re just a little ole country band | 
| We’re playing songs about the promise land | 
| We speak a language you can understand | 
| And singing from our souls | 
| We play it hard and then we play it back | 
| We go from mooching to a cardiac | 
| We’re driving trucks instead of Cadillacs | 
| Hammering down across the land |