Florida Georgia Line - Anything Goes Lyrics
Anything Goes
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin in and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit
Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece
Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis
Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat
Somebody's rockin that bang box
Everybody hittin that sweet spot
Nobody mindin that tic toc
Gettin all locked in with all my friends
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
[Bridge x2:]
Alabama on the boombox baby
Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Hop on, it's a helluva ride
Cuz anything goes on a Friday night
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday Night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Writer: Edward Felix McTeigue, Christopher G. Tompkins, Craig Michael Wiseman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sun Daze
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin in and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit
Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece
Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis
Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat
Somebody's rockin that bang box
Everybody hittin that sweet spot
Nobody mindin that tic toc
Gettin all locked in with all my friends
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
[Bridge x2:]
Alabama on the boombox baby
Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Hop on, it's a helluva ride
Cuz anything goes on a Friday night
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday Night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Writer: Brian Kelley, Cary Ryan Barlowe, Jesse Frasure, Sarah Jane Buxton, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Major Bob Music, Inc. / Rio Bravo Music, Inc. / Castle Bound Music, Inc. / Hanna Bea Songs, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Good
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Pretty thing you're making me go back
Looking like a Shania Twain throwback
Picture perfect girl I gotta post that
Sippin' 7 and 7 in your 7 jeans
Put on a string, a little rip on the seam
A southern boys dream, like a movie scene
So go on shake your thing like a leaf
Nobody gonna see it but the moon and me
Come on
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
Giving me a chance to make your night
You know that I would would
You wanna dance girl
I'll get you spinning
You wanna see the world
I'll be your ticket
I'll put your hand in my hand
I'm winning, I'm winning
You like that way that diamond shines
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
You know you got that fire right
(That fire right)
Another shot of them blue eyes
Won't need anymore of that moonshine
You're lighting me up my little firefly
I can feel the heat, heat
Blazing to the beat, beat
Backseat GG baby when you do your thing
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
Giving me a chance to make your night
You know that I would would
You wanna dance girl
I'll get you spinning
You wanna see the world
I'll be your ticket
I'll put your hand in my hand
I'm winning, I'm winning
You like that way that diamond shines
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can feel the heat heat
Blazing to the beat beat
Backseat GG, talking no sleep sleep
Baby when you do your thing
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
Giving me a chance to make your night
You know that I would would
You wanna dance girl
I'll get you spinning
You wanna see the world
I'll be your ticket
I'll put your hand in my hand
I'm winning, I'm winning
You like that way that diamond shines
You know you got that fire right
Girl you my good good
You know you got that fire right
What do you say girl
You got that fire that fire
Girl you my good good
You got that fire, that fire
Writer: Brian Kelley, Cary Ryan Barlowe, Jesse Frasure, Sarah Jane Buxton, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Dirt
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin in and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit
Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece
Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis
Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat
Somebody's rockin that bang box
Everybody hittin that sweet spot
Nobody mindin that tic toc
Gettin all locked in with all my friends
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
[Bridge x2:]
Alabama on the boombox baby
Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Hop on, it's a helluva ride
Cuz anything goes on a Friday night
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday Night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Writer: Christopher G. Tompkins, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Smile
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin in and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit
Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece
Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis
Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat
Somebody's rockin that bang box
Everybody hittin that sweet spot
Nobody mindin that tic toc
Gettin all locked in with all my friends
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
[Bridge x2:]
Alabama on the boombox baby
Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Hop on, it's a helluva ride
Cuz anything goes on a Friday night
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday Night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Christopher Michael DeStefano, Dallas Davidson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sippin' On Fire
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin in and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit
Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece
Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis
Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat
Somebody's rockin that bang box
Everybody hittin that sweet spot
Nobody mindin that tic toc
Gettin all locked in with all my friends
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
Get your party right, it's a Friday night
[Bridge x2:]
Alabama on the boombox baby
Bout to get a little boondock crazy
Hop on, it's a helluva ride
Cuz anything goes on a Friday night
[Chorus:]
Lime on the rim of that dixie silver
Smokin up a faded out 4x4
Girls headin off to the river, yeah
Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more
I brought the songs and you brought the party
Only one way to do it up right
Everybody goes where eveybody knows
That anything goes on a Friday Night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Get your party right It's a Friday night
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Smoke
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of that Tacoma
We were seventeen, going on free and wild
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifted away,
But she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
July flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm stoned on long-gone love so strong I swear
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifted away,
But she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifted away,
But she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
Writer: Christopher G. Tompkins, Joshua Kear
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Bumpin' The Night
The week was long
But now it's gone, the drink is on
So fill your cup and turn the good time music up
Pick up that sweet somebody
Wrap your arms around it's Friday night
Get a little lost in the party
Float your trouble like a champagne bubble, saying
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
Two crazy hearts looking in the dark
For a place to park it to the light
Find an old school A and B
And put a little shine on the vinyl seat, yeah
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
The night is young, the night is free and so are we
So let it out and let me step inside your dreams
Lipstick on long, sipping star, line on the window
Dripping down off in the distance, the lights of town
Can't you see it now?
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
Two crazy hearts looking in the dark
For a place to park it to the light
Find an old school A and B
And put a little shine on the vinyl seat, yeah
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
Two crazy hearts looking in the dark
For a place to park it to the light
Two shots of Patron, don't want to go home
Two AM in the morning, just you and i
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Yeah-eah-eah-eah just bumping the night
(Yeah-eah-eah-eah)
Two bottles of Bud, two speakers in the trunk
Two people in love just bumping the night
Writer: Bart Allmand, Christopher G. Tompkins, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing
Angel
I know you love a little late night
Just me and you glowing with the brake light
Silhouettes sipping with a halo
Anything you want, girl, just say so
A little whisper off your lips, yeah
Said you're ready for the moonlight mix, yeah
I keep you spinning 'til you get your fix
'Til the sky gets lit, 'til the sunlight hits, yeah
I've been given a piece of heaven
Yeah, you're my angel, you're my angel tonight
Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?
Pretty girl, I'm gonna make you fly
See I was burning but you saved my life
My angel, you're my angel tonight
Yeah, I'm never gonna let you down (I got you, baby)
I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait, girl)
You're my angel, you're my angel tonight
And do you thing, baby, 'cause it's so hot
There it is, yeah, that's the sweet spot
Blow your smoke, I'm gonna breathe it in, girl
Maybe it's a sin but, baby, bring it back again, yeah
I've been given a piece of heaven
Yeah, you're my angel, you're my angel tonight
Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?
Pretty girl, I'm gonna make you fly
See I was burning but you saved my life
My angel, you're my angel tonight
Yeah, I'm never gonna let you down (I got you, baby)
I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait, girl)
You're my angel, you're my angel tonight
A little whisper off your lips, yeah
Said you're ready for the moonlight mix, yeah
I keep you spinning 'til you get your fix
'Til the sky gets lit, 'til the sunlight hits, yeah
I've been given a piece of heaven
Yeah, you're my angel, you're my angel tonight
Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?
Pretty girl, I'm gonna make you fly
See I was burning but you saved my life
My angel, you're my angel tonight
Yeah, I'm never gonna let you down (I got you, baby)
I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait, girl)
You're my angel, you're my angel tonight
Yeah, I'm never gonna let you down (I got you, baby)
I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait, girl)
You're my angel, you're my angel tonight
Writer: Brian Kelley, Rodney Dale Clawson, Ross Copperman, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Confession
Rusty barbed wire lines these fields
Cloud of dust behind the wheels
Drifting like my mind into the rearview
Jet trails cutting cross the sky
I'm rolling through the open wide
Searching for a song to drink beer to
And trying to find a place to disappear to
I light up the night and let it burn
Lean back and watch the sundown fade
Do what I do and life's a little sideways
I take a sip and say a prayer
Wait for the shoe and start and stare
Off at the headlights on the highway
That guy in the windshield looking back looks just like me
But there's a crack in the reflection
This is just a moonlight soaked, rain and smoke
Right hand on a cold one confession
Embers in the ashtray glow like memories that won't let go
I'm out here trying to get untangled
In the darkness on the edge of town
A little lost, a little found
Waiting on a call from an angel
I light up the night and let it burn
Lean back and watch the sundown fade
Do what I do and life's a little sideways
I take a sip and say a prayer
Wait for the shoe and start and stare
Off at the headlights on the highway
That guy in the windshield looking back looks just like me
But there's a crack in the reflection
This is just a moonlight soaked, rain and smoke
Right hand on a cold one confession
I light up the night and let it burn
Lean back and watch the sundown fade
Do what I do and life's a little sideways
I take a sip and say a prayer
Wait for the shoe and start and stare
Off at the headlights on the highway
That guy in the windshield looking back looks just like me
But there's a crack in the reflection
Always moving in the right direction
This is just a moonlight soaked, rain and smoke
Right hand on a cold one confession
Writer: Matthew Kyle Jenkins, Rodney Dale Clawson, Ross Copperman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Like You Aint Even Gone
I still go riding around town
With the windows down and your feet up on my dash
Got your rays on and my hands back and we're feeling cool as cash
The night is on, like you ain't even gone
You go sliding through the static trying to find that song you love
Smoke rolling up and you showing up like a dime piece in the dust
You got me stoned, like you ain't even gone
Sunset, twilight, friday night
Round back, chill a dollar fifty miller high life
Headband, peace sign, looking fly, shotgun
Bullet going straight through a street sign
You had diamonds in your eyes when you were smiling
Even pretty when you're crying
If I said I wasn't missing you I'd be lying
Well the truth is, well the truth is
I still go riding around town
With the windows down and your feet up on my dash
Got your rays on and my hands back and we're feeling cool as cash
The night is on (another moonlight ride), like you ain't even gone
You go sliding through the static trying to find that song you love
Smoke rolling up and you showing up like a dime piece in the dust
You got me stoned (it still feels so right)
Like you ain't even gone (like you ain't even gone)
Midnight calling me looking for trouble
Slipping them should have beens in my ear
Got me shooting down that girl's memory double
That blue eyes, summer smoke, sunburn red smile
Said you were leaving this town, got to runaway
I watched you run away, and girl you should have chased down
Those diamonds in your eyes when you were smiling
Even pretty when you're crying
If I said I wasn't missing you I'd be lying
Cause the truth is, girl the truth is
I still riding around town
With the windows down and your feet upon my dash
Got your rays on and my hands back and we're feeling cool as cash
The night is on (another moonlight ride), like you ain't even gone
You go sliding through the static trying to find that song you love
Smoke rolling up and you showing up like a dime piece in the dust
You got me stoned (it still feels so right)
Like you ain't even gone (like you ain't even gone)
Writer: Brian Kelley, Christopher G. Tompkins, Rodney Dale Clawson, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Every Night
I don't want to wait until it's friday
Before we hit it sideways
I'm out in your driveway right now
And we ain't gotta wait until it's your birthday
I'm already thirsty, time to shut the workday on down
Yeah I just dropped you off but I'm back to pick you up
No, I can't get enough, need a little more you in my cup
I want to see you move, get my hands on you
My little déjà vu, we do this every night
We can get to feeling alright right now
Turn it on baby til the sun burns out
You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like
We do this every night
Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip
Don't need no weekend
We do this every night
Hands on your hips and do a little bit of sip sip
A little bit of your sweet kiss
We do this every night
Turn around down Indiana main street
When the song is over we put it on repeat, repeat
Topping off another can of crazy
Neighbors probably hate me
They don't get the way we do it every night
We can get to feeling alright right now
Turn it on baby til the sun burns out
You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like
We do this every night
Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip
Don't need no weekend
We do this every night
Hands on your hips and do a little bit of sip sip
A little bit of your sweet kiss
We do this every night
Writer: Christopher Michael Destefano, Brian Kelley, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Ashley Glenn Gorley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Girl On The Radio
Well I'm talking 'bout a hometown
A little party back in the pines
I'm really thinkin' 'bout your house
And your couch, and getting some
On a Saturday night
When I'm singing 'bout
Whiskey, summer, spring break, lovers
Shirt hanging off a tree
I'm thinkin' 'bout
Brown skin, blue eyes, pink toes, red sky
You hanging onto me
Cause you're the girl on the radio
The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight
You're the song on the stereo, the stereo
We got you turned up just right
It's all rock and roll, and solid gold
Flashing lights and rolling smoke
Stuck in their head, but they don't know
I know, you know, you're the girl on the radio
The radio, yeah
Well I say a little hey baby (hey baby)
What's your number and where you from
I'm really thinking about you baby
And the first crazy night I got to get you home
After the drive-in, the kissing
The leaving, the missing
You're everywhere I go
Cause you're the girl on the radio
The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight
You're the song on the stereo, the stereo
We got you turned up just right
It's all rock and roll, and solid gold
Flashing lights and rolling smoke
Stuck in their head, but they don't know
I know, you know, you're the girl on the radio
The radio, yeah
When I'm singing 'bout
Whiskey, summer, spring break, lovers
Shirt hanging off a tree
I'm thinkin' 'bout
Brown skin, blue eyes, pink toes, red sky
You hanging onto me
After the drive-in, the kissing
The leaving, the missing
You're everywhere I go
Cause you're the girl on the radio
The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight
You're the song on the stereo, the stereo
We got you turned up just right
It's all rock and roll, and solid gold
Flashing lights and rolling smoke
Stuck in their head, but they don't know
I know, you know, you're the girl on the radio
The radio, yeah
You know, you're the girl on the radio
The radio, yeah
You're the girl on the radio
Writer: BRIAN KELLEY, JIMMY ROBBINS, NICOLLE GALYON, TYLER HUBBARD, TYLER REED HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Dance For Me
It's not too late
Let me take you on a midnight drive
I might sound crazy baby
Maybe somewhere under the stars
In my car, in the dark
We can park, I don't care what we do
I just wanna see you
Dance for me, dance for me
Throw it on the floor for me
Dance for me, dance for me
Yeah come on girl
Get your hands in the air
Shake it down like you just don't care
We can do a little double dare
That's it right there, the way you
Dance for me, dance for me
The way you
Dance for me, dance for me
I'm gonna sit back baby
Sip that Jack and watch you move
It won't be long before
I'm swaying right up next to you
In the lights of the night
Burning bright
From up here on my hood
You look so damn good
When you
Dance for me, dance for me
Throw it on the floor for me
Dance for me, dance for me
Yeah come on girl
Get your hands in the air
Shake it down like you just don't care
We can do a little double dare
That's it right there, when you
Dance for me, dance for me
(Come on, come on)
When you
Dance for me, dance for me
Come on girl, let your hair down
Do a little dance for me
Come on girl, let your hair down
Do a little dance for me
I got you and the moon
And the right little tune
And you know what to do
I just wanna see you
Dance for me, dance for me
Throw it on the floor for me
Dance for me, dance for me
Yeah come on girl
Get your hands in the air
Shake it down like you just don't care
We can do a little double dare
That's it right there, when you
Dance for me, dance for me
(Come on, come on)
The way you
Dance for me, dance for me
Yeah, dance for me, dance for me
The way you dance for me, dance for me
Yeah, dance for me, dance for me
The way you dance for me, dance for me
Writer: BRIAN KELLEY, RODNEY CLAWSON, ROSS COPPERMAN, TYLER HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thats Whats Up
When the sun comes up
We party down
We got that music way up loud
And all the girls
Hanging out of the truck
Singing hey, that's what's up
A little bit of Southern on the rocks
A little bit of Skynyrd on the box
A little bit of running from the cops
A pretty thing in a tank top
Flashing red lights, run on through it
Find the city limits sign and lose it
Baby you a song, so sing along to it
'Cause you know how we do
When the sun comes up
We party down
We got that music way up loud
And all the girls
Hanging out of the truck
Singing hey, that's what's up
We twist that top, pass it around
You know we burn it to the ground
All the boys got their
Good Years covered in mud
That's what's up
Baby nothin' going downtown
Tell you what
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Come on
Well let me tell you 'bout my town
This field of dreams
I'm hooked as my nicotine, uh
Holds me together like the seams on my jeans
And damn I can't leave, no I'm never gonna leave
It's even better than Alabama's Greatest Hits
A little mixtape you can jam along with
My kin, my friends, that's a long list
The water towers got all our names carved in
When the sun comes up
We party down
We got that music way up loud
And all the girls
Hanging out of the truck
Singing hey, that's what's up
We twist that top, pass it around
You know we burn it to the ground
All the boys got their
Good Years covered in mud
That's what's up
Baby nothin' going downtown
I tell you what
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Baby, if you came to dance
You better your boots skinned
If you came to drink
Don't sip it just shoot it
If you came to sing
To the one you love
Get your lighters up
Baby that's what's up
If you need to boom
You know we brought the beat box
And if you need to rise
We about to blow the damn roof off
We got small town pride
Getting way too loud
'Cause it's in our blood
Baby that's what's up
Come on
When the sun comes up
We party down
We got that music way up loud
And all the girls
Hanging out of the truck
Singing hey, that's what's up
We twist that top, pass it around
You know we burn it to the ground
All the boys got their
Good Years covered in mud
That's what's up
Baby nothin' going downtown
I'll tell you what
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Yeah, that's what's up
That's what's up, man
That's what's up
Yeah, come on
Writer: Brian Kelley, Jon Mark Nite, Ross Copperman, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.