Текст песни
Little smokey, little bandit
Little getting out of handed
If you're going where we're going get going or get out of our way
Mixing Crowes hard to handle, burning Willie, Rockin' Randall
If we're gonna do it then we ain't
gonna do it halfway cause we don't play...
If you need a little turn it up Friday night
A crowd with their hands and their cans up high
Wanna raise one with the raise hell kind
We the people
We the people with the needle in the red on cruise
Out setting fire to a neon moon
Wrecking them back roads, reppin' our roots
We the people
We front row, we back porch
We dirt stomp, we dance floor
We're the party and the party don't start 'til we roll up
That's when everybody shows up
If you need a little turn it up Friday night
A crowd with their hands and their cans up high
Wanna raise one with the raise hell kind
We the people
We the people with the needle in the red on cruise
Out setting fire to a neon moon
Wrecking them back roads, reppin' our roots
We the people
We the ones that preacher done warned you bout
We the ones that'll get ya kicked out
We the ones drink way too loud
We the people
We're the jokers, and tokers
In the land of the free
Got some hot ones, some cold ones
What more do you need
If you need a little turn it up Friday night
A crowd with their hands and their cans up high
Wanna raise one with the raise hell kind
We the people
We the people with the needle in the red on cruise
Out setting fire to a neon moon
Wrecking them back roads, reppin' our roots
We the people
If you need a little turn it up Friday night
A crowd with their hands and their cans up high
Wanna raise one with the raise hell kind
We the people
We the people with the needle in the red on cruise
Out setting fire to a neon moon
Wrecking them back roads, reppin' our roots
We the people