Coming To Your City

Well, were coming to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Well all be flying higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang, come along

Well, we flew through Cincinnati and we all got really happy
Grabbed a bowl of that Skyline, Chili along the way
Then we rolled on into Canton
Scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson

And the party started happening, hey, hey, hey
And in the middle of a Charleston night
We ran into Jessica White
And a little moonshine got us bright, plum smack insane

And were coming to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Well all be flying higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang, come along

Well, we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hay field
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
So we dead headed up to Pittsburgh
Found a hotel full of interns

Took them down the Dirty O and turn them out
Oh and Chippewas where we go
When were up in Buffalo
Dont you know those Yankees drink enough to drown

Yeah, were coming to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Well all be flying higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along, come along

Listen up
Now L.A.s got the freaks and Pink's and fifteen-dollar drinks
And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo
And in Phoenix, Arizona, we drink way too much Corona
And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO

And were coming to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Well all be flying higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang, come along

Well, were coming to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
Well all be flying higher than a jet airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang

If you want a little zing in your zang zang
If you want a little ching in your chang chang