(Originally performed by Grand Funk Railroad)

On the road for forty days,
Last night in little rock put me in a haze.
Sweet, sweet connie -- doin her act,
She stole the whole show and thats a natural fact.
Up all night with freddy king,
I got to tell you pokers his thing.
A-booze n ladies they treat me right,
As long as we can make it to the show tonight.
 [bad word] Were an american band.
Were an american band. [bad word] to your town, well help you party it down.
Were an american band.

Four young chiquitas in omaha,
Was waitin for the band to return from the show.
Feelin good, feelin right, its saturday night,
The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight.
Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan,
They was out hang with me and the band.
They [bad word] on, dudes, lets get it on,
And poison tore that hotel down.
 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] 
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.