In It Together
Take one of these
And help yourself to that
Said the geezer in black
Millsy, don't say anything stupid
I don't drink when I sing
'Cause my brain doesn't work
And he looks at me like
"Son, you've got a lot to learn"
I know, I know
Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
We'll give 'em some big time rock and roll
Big riffs, big licks, big moves
We'll drive 'em crazy
We're bringing the big show back to town
Give 'em a lesson in good time rock and roll
Let's go, let's go
Away, fellas I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
Maybe I'm running before I can walk
Maybe I'm singing before I can talk
Maybe he knows I know we're in it together
Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
Maybe I'm running before I can walk
Maybe I'm singing before I can talk
Maybe he knows I know we're in it together
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
And help yourself to that
Said the geezer in black
Millsy, don't say anything stupid
I don't drink when I sing
'Cause my brain doesn't work
And he looks at me like
"Son, you've got a lot to learn"
I know, I know
Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
We'll give 'em some big time rock and roll
Big riffs, big licks, big moves
We'll drive 'em crazy
We're bringing the big show back to town
Give 'em a lesson in good time rock and roll
Let's go, let's go
Away, fellas I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
Maybe I'm running before I can walk
Maybe I'm singing before I can talk
Maybe he knows I know we're in it together
Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came
I want people screaming your name
Tra la la la la
This feels like home
Maybe I'm old before my years
Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears
Maybe it's the realization we're in it together
Maybe I'm running before I can walk
Maybe I'm singing before I can talk
Maybe he knows I know we're in it together
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Thistlethwaite, Barry Paul Mills
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