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Comin' To Your City Lyrics

Artist: Big & Rich
Album: Comin' to Your City

Written by John D. Rich and Kenny Alphin

Well, we're comin' to your city.
Gonna play our guitars an' sing you a country song.
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner.
An' if you wanna little bang in your Ying-Yang, come along.

Well we flew through Cincinatti, an' 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 Marylin Manson,
And the party started happenin', hey, hey, hey.
An' in the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jesco White,
An' a little moonshine got us right from smack insane.

An' we're comin' to your city.
Gonna play our guitars an' sing you a country song.
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner.
An' if you wanna little bang in your Ying-Yang, come along.

Well, we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hay field,
But a Bud Light truck pulled up an' helped us out.
So we dead-headed up to Philly, partied down like real hillbillies,
Brought the music mafia an' rocked it out.
Oh, an Chippewa's where we go when we're up in Buffalo:
Don't you know, those Yankees drink enough to drown.

Yeah, we're comin' to your city.
Gonna play our guitars an' sing you a country song.
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner.
An' if you wanna little bang in your Ying-Yang, come along,
Come along.

Instrumental break.

Listen up:
Now, LA's got the freaks an' finks an' fifteen dollar drinks.
An' San Antonio is a wild, wild rodeo.
An' in Phoenix, Arizona, we drink way too much Corona,
An' we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO.

An' we're comin' to your city.
Gonna play our guitars an' sing you a country song.
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner.
An' if you wanna little bang in your Ying-Yang, come along.

Yeah, yeah, we're comin' to your city.
We're gonna play our guitars an' sing you a country song.
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner.
An' if you wanna little bang in your Ying-Yang;
If you wanna little zing in your zang-zang;
If you wanna little ching in your chang-chang, come along.
Come along.
Come along.
Come along.

Yeah, we're comin' to your city!

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