We the People - Colt Ford

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