Lyrics Brothers of the 4x4 - Hank Williams III

Let's get rowdy and let's go wild.
Let's hear the motor roars with our own certain style.
Let's get rowdy and let's go wild.
We got our own certain kind of rebel pride.
Breaking down walls that might be there.
There ain't no walls in the woods that we share.
Our motors are always making ninja scared.
We lack routes and highway up in the air.
Brothers of the 4.
We got our rebel pride and we're fightin' for more.
Brothers of the 4.
We're jerkin' them, axles, with the pedal to the floor.
We're a dying breed, torn up everywhere.
That's why if I don't know you, we've got something to share.
For always full throttle on the mountain side,
Some folks just tell us that we're just straight right.
Sixty foot burst to tilt up in the air.
We got our loaded guns if you want to go there.
Brothers of the 4.
We got our rebel pride and we're fightin' for more.
Brothers of the 4.
We're jerkin' them, axles, with the pedal to the floor.
We've been torn up in a different kind of way.
We never really cared about what they say.
You know we're proud of the monsters we made.
We take it to the max every single whole day.
Jerkin' them, axles, we just don't care.
We break the shit up, jumping up in the air.
Had a lot of fun with those rebel rides
With the good old boys with the fire in their eyes.
Brothers of the 4.
We got our rebel pride and we're fightin' for more.
Brothers of the 4.
We're jerkin' them, axles, with the pedal to the floor.
Brothers of the 4.
We got our rebel pride and we're fightin' for more.
Brothers of the 4.
We're jerkin' them, axles, with the pedal to the floor.