Somewhere in a neon blue smoke-filled room
You're shooting Reposado like you always do
It's a rerun, they're putting up them stools
Then I'm running through your mind like déjà vu
Ooh, we know where this is heading
Ooh, don't waste a second
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
That picture you just sent
Of a dress in a text is messing with a made-up mind
And I'm going out of it
To get you, to get you out of it
I'm telling you, country lady
To do whatever it is you gotta do
To make your way to me, baby
'Cause right now
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Ooh, baby, that's how bad I want ya
Ooh, don't let a lock stop ya
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Graham Barham - SHOOT THE LOCK Lyrics
Graham Barham - SHOOT THE LOCK Lyrics
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Somewhere in a neon blue smoke-filled room
You're shooting Reposado like you always do
It's a rerun, they're putting up them stools
Then I'm running through your mind like déjà vu
Ooh, we know where this is heading
Ooh, don't waste a second
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
That picture you just sent
Of a dress in a text is messing with a made-up mind
And I'm going out of it
To get you, to get you out of it
I'm telling you, country lady
To do whatever it is you gotta do
To make your way to me, baby
'Cause right now
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Ooh, baby, that's how bad I want ya
Ooh, don't let a lock stop ya
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
You're shooting Reposado like you always do
It's a rerun, they're putting up them stools
Then I'm running through your mind like déjà vu
Ooh, we know where this is heading
Ooh, don't waste a second
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
That picture you just sent
Of a dress in a text is messing with a made-up mind
And I'm going out of it
To get you, to get you out of it
I'm telling you, country lady
To do whatever it is you gotta do
To make your way to me, baby
'Cause right now
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Ooh, baby, that's how bad I want ya
Ooh, don't let a lock stop ya
Downtown shutdown, you know where to go
It's the same damn numbers on the curve on the road
Better run every red on your way to me
I'll be sitting here sippin' on Tennessee
If I ain't there by the second knock
Whoa, forget about the key
Baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Whoa, forget about the key
Whoa, baby, shoot the lock
Writer: Graham Barham, John Pierce, Michael Whitworth, Lindsay Rimes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Graham Barham
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Graham Barham, John Pierce, Michael Whitworth, Lindsay Rimes