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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Kenny
Big Kenny
Vocals
John Rich
John Rich
Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Justin Tocket
Justin Tocket
Bass Guitar
Brian Barnett
Brian Barnett
Drums
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Dennis Burnside
Dennis Burnside
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Kenny
Big Kenny
Songwriter
John Rich
John Rich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Kenny
Big Kenny
Producer
John Rich
John Rich
Producer
Chris Stone
Chris Stone
Additional Engineer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Additional Engineer
Adam Engelhardt
Adam Engelhardt
Assistant Engineer
David Robinson
David Robinson
Assistant Engineer
John Baldwin
John Baldwin
Assistant Engineer
John Netti
John Netti
Assistant Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Paul Hart
Paul Hart
Assistant Engineer
Paul Worley
Paul Worley
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Bart Pursley
Bart Pursley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying-yang, come along
[Verse 2]
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 outta Marilyn Manson
And the party started happenin'
Hey-hey, hey
[Verse 3]
And in the middle of a Charleston night
We ran into Jesco White
And a little moonshine got us right plum smacked insane
[Verse 4]
And we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying-yang, come along
[Verse 5]
Well, we broke down in Greenville
In the middle of a hayfield
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
[Verse 6]
So we dead headed up to Philly
Partied down like real hillbillies
Brought the Music Mafia
And rocked it out
[Verse 7]
And Chippewa's where we go
When we're up in Buffalo
Don't you know those yankees drink enough to drown
[Verse 8]
Yeah, we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying-yang, come along
Come along
[Verse 9]
Listen up
Now LA's got the freaks at Pink's
And 15 dollar drinks
And San Antonio was a wild wild rodeo
And then Phoenix, Arizona
We drank way too much Corona
And we woke up by the river
In Jeff City, MO
[Verse 10]
And we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying-yang, come along
Yeah, yeah
We're comin' to your city
We're gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying-yang
If you wanna little zing in your zang-zang
If you wanna little ting in your tang-tang
Come along, come along
Come along, come along
[Verse 11]
Yeah, we're comin' to your city
Written by: Big Kenny, John Rich
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