Girl,
I'm watching that clock like a red-tailed hawk
sitting high on a powerline pole.
Gonna punch, I'm punching, breaking the week
and cash it out and go for broke.
You just slide on over,
you're a pretty hit on my shoulder.
We got a good time coming when the day is done
and the drinks are cold.
We're gonna pull it all night or we can sleep for real.
Get rocked,
that honky-tonk can't stop,
won't stop,
get you on the dance floor.
Better pull me one more, double shot good stuff.
I ain't get enough of that cover band playing those red dirt songs.
Head home,
last call,
lights off,
close fall,
can't go wrong.
What's going on with you,
tights,
fit and jeans on my bedroom floor?
We're gonna hit the head running when we hit the door.
There you go,
giving that eye with your hand on my thigh.
You got me swerving all over the place.
Got
the pedal to the metal and I'm boiling like a
kettle and you know that I love a good chase.
Have a little bump of shine and a whole lot of
wine and dine and we got a good time coming when
the day is done and the drinks are cold.
We're gonna pull it all night or we can sleep for real.
Get rocked,
that honky-tonk can't stop,
won't stop,
get you on the dance floor.
Better pull me one more, double shot good stuff.
I ain't get enough of that cover band playing those red dirt songs.
Head home,
last call,
lights off,
close fall,
can't go wrong.
What's going on with you,
tights,
fit and jeans on my bedroom floor?
We're gonna hit the head running when we hit the door.
I said hey,
little country girl,
your dolly curves are in a twang and reba curls.
It's your country boy,
unsnap all them pearls.
Cause I'm sweet on you like Mountain Dew,
little country girl.
So let's rock that honky-tonk,
can't stop,
won't stop,
get you on the dance floor.
Better pull me one more, double shot good stuff.
I ain't get enough of that cover band playing those red dirt songs.
Head home,
last call,
lights off,
close fall,
can't go wrong.
What's going on with you,
tights,
fit and jeans on my bedroom floor?
We're gonna hit the head running when we hit the door.
Let's rock that honky-tonk,
can't stop,
won't stop,
get you on the dance floor.
Better pull me one more, double shot good stuff.
I ain't get enough of that cover band playing those red dirt songs.
Head home,
last call,
lights off,
close fall,
can't go wrong.
What's going on with you,
tights,
fit and jeans on my bedroom floor?
We're gonna hit the head running when we hit the door.
Hit the head running when we hit the door.
We're gonna hit the head running when we hit the door.
Yeah!