Yeah, the locals tell the stories keeping the heroes alive They turn down town upside down, they live to have the time of their lives The night ain't over yet and, man, I hope I get To have a drink with the locals tonight Yeah, the locals, they're the

Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

Turn the lights off When your lips touch mine I'm born again If I never get to heaven, hell I've already been Lead me to salvation, girl I'm down on my knees Slide your jeans off And put your hands on me From the crazy batch that made me Put your hands

You might not never come down You may never ever come down It took too long to get this high off the ground Don't run, just stay awhile Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on What I'm supposed to do now? You talkin' all that shit, now come on You gonna

How can we disguise this awful truth? Hush now, you're standing on a land mine Tread lightly, get ready to explode Keep your wits about, don't let it bring you down Don't let it bring you down x6 Hush now, those eyes cannot harm you Don't let it bring

Get on top of that thang girl This ain't nothing to relate to You tried, you tried And you tried Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth Get on top of my thang girl Don't hold back When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall

She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west Well I guess it's for the best And I can't forget her Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the weather She goes runnin' through my mind Like that Rio Grande river winds

Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone

I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down