We played down in the bayou in some old barn they turned into a bar
This pretty little red haired girl took our drummer to her car
They were getting hot and heavy when someone hollered mister
Said, you ain't from around here - get your hands off my sister
We rolled, we rolled, we rolled, we rolled
We rolled on down the highway
On the drinking side of country
Like some ol' ramblers on the run
So we went up to Detroit and took some country to the city
Like some ol' hillbilly tourists, I guess we looked real silly
Cause they were laughin' at us man, 'til we fired up the band
Said "You hicks are pretty slick", so we jammed and then we split
We rolled, we rolled, we rolled, we rolled
We rolled on down the highway
On the drinking side of country
Like some ol' ramblers on the run
Oh yeah
Look what's coming over this way buddy
Brunette from Minnesota drinking Jim Beam and Cola
Kept buying me rounds of shots, she was trying to get me drunk
I said "My heart don't belong to me, I left it back in Tennessee"
She said "Your heart ain't the part that I want"
We rolled, we rolled, we rolled, we rolled
We rolled on down the highway
On the drinking side of country
Like some ol' ramblers on the run
We rolled, we rolled, we rolled, we rolled
We rolled on down the highway
On the drinking side of country
Like some ol' ramblers on the run
