What got us here won't get us there We are found in far away places when all seems lost These windy streets tell of a different time It's time for the upright to have insight Don't forget what's important in life This place is like a cage that will

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds