A 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 half way
'Cause we don't play
Chka-ah
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, repping our roots
We the people
We front row, we back porch
We dirt stomp, we dancefloor
We the party and the party don't stop till we roll up
That's when everybody shows up (ow!)
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, repping our roots
We the people
We the ones that the preacher done warned you about
We the ones that'll getcha 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? (Yeah!)
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, repping our roots
We the people
We the ones that the preacher done warned you about
We the ones that'll get you kicked out
We the ones drink way too loud
We the people