Lyrics:

My daddy hated that rock-n-roll,
So I know I wasn' suppos' to go, to the loud devil music show;
But I wound up in the snake pit with my best friend,
And when the lights came up, we both decided that we'd try our luck,
At gettin' back to where the real show was.

We were backstage, under age, hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar.
I looked at him and said: “It's all good, brother.
I'm with the band, hired on as a local stage hand;
The one in charge of the microphone stands;
And the lead singer told me to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry ‘bout the back stage pass, man - it's cool.
I'm with the band. I'm with the band.”

I can't believe that we made it this far;
Country singin'; Bangin' loud guitars,
The biggest stages to the smallest bars.
We were cold beer drinkin'. What was I thinkin'?
Just the other night at the after party rockin' just right,
This little country girl caught my eye.

She was backstage, legal age, hangin' with the drummer;
When a big dude attitude grabbed her by the collar.
I looked at him and said “It's all good, brother.
She's with the band, hired on as a local stage hand;
The one in charge of the microphone stands.
And the lead singer told her to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry ‘bout the back stage pass, man - it's cool.
She's with the band.”

Well tomorrow is another town; but you know we love a party crowd;
So if you got the right stuff we'll meet you on the bus,
But you better get the lingo down.

Just tell ‘em that you're with the band; hired on as a local stage hand;
You know we got a lot of microphone stands;
And the lead singer told you to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry about the back stage pass - y'all; it's cool;
You're with the band; you're with the band;
You're with the band. You're with the band.