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On the road for forty days, Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze. Sweet, sweet Connie -- doin' her act, She had the whole show and that's a natural fact. Up all night with Freddy King, I got to tell you poker's his thing. A-booze 'n ladies keep me right, As long as we can make it to the show tonight.
| | CHORUS We're an American band. We're an American band. We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down. We're an American band. | Four young chaquitas in Omaha, Was waitin' for the band to return from the show. Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night, The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight. Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan, They was out to meet the boys in the band. They said, "Come on, dudes, let's get it on," And we proceeded to tear that hotel down. | | CHORUS | CHORUS | | CHORUS | CHORUS | | We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo. We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo. We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo. |
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the American band
sick!!!!!!!!!!
Grand Funk Kicks AS*!!!