Crank It Up, Get Loud
I like smoke stained bars, juice-jug tip jars
Bud lite mirrors, hardwood dance floors
Pawn shop guitars, and redneck rock stars
I like the 10 o’clock crowd better after midnight
Two sets down, under the par lights
One more round, and everybody’s feeling alright
CH: I love it when they scream, Crank it up, Get loud
Nasty and mean, firing up a big crowd
That’s how we do it down here in the deep south
Shoot ‘em up Bang Bang, Crank it up, Get loud
I like bonfire flames, tailgate trick shows
Kenny and Grady, singing ‘bout back roads
Rockin' six strings, like Stoney and Old Crow... medicine show
All the country boys eyein', cute little sweet thangs
Hoping to find, a one night soul-mate
They’re bumping and grinding, and driving us all insane
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