LYRIC FOR SALE

By SHADOWCREEK MUSIC LLC

Verse 1

Friday night, church in the backdrop
Cheerleadin’ squad washin’ trucks in the parking lot
Feel that heat comin’ off the blacktop
Subwoofers rattlin’ like tailgate chains

On the tailgate throwin’ rocks at a rusted sign
Slingin’ red dirt out by the county line
Somebody yells, “put some Hank on”
This ain’t background — turn it up

Chorus

Turn it up and let it burn
Let that backbeat twist and churn
Spin that girl, make her call your name
Kickin’ dust with my heart in the flame
Boots bangin’, let the hymn books shake
Give us that groove we came here for
No sittin’ still — it’s our turn
So turn it up and let it burn

Verse 2

She don’t pose, she just moves
Spills her drink when that bassline grooves
She said, “Boy, better keep the pace”
There’s a cowboy here who’ll take your place

Farm boy here with his bow in hand
Here comes the rest of the guys in the band
Fiddle screamin’, guitar moan
We ain’t headin’ home ’til the break of dawn

Bridge


Hands up, don’t think twice
Turn it loose, this is our night
If it’s too loud, that’s just right
Let it burn, let it burn