Here they come now, gotta lay low She never knew my name, least not the one my daddy gave me I took off the way I came, moonlight reflectin' off the road She didn't want my story, so I didn't have to lie If I loved her it was only for a night Livin' life

DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say? What the hell did I say when I called last night Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again I'm writing out those lines that fell out

Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me on repeat, bitch wanna freak me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

What was I thinkin' I know what I was feelin' 'Cause I was Thinkin 'bout a little white tank top Sittin' right there in the middle by me I was thinkin' bout a long kiss Man just gotta get goin' Where the night might lead But what was I thinkin'

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hanging memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rocking on the radio So I keep rolling like an old banjo Got the sun shining on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring