What do you want from me As you look around this room tonight Settle in your seat and dim the lights Do you want my blood do you want my tears What do you want Should I sing until I can't sing any more Play these strings until my fingers are raw You're

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for you headlights Go anywhere you wanna go I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger 'Cause as long as you're the driver I was walking down this broken road I was stranded, I was all alone Always played

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

This slope is treacherous I'll follow you, follow you home This path is reckless I, I, I like it Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should,

Night and stars above that shine so bright The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The mem'ry of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms

All your life Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. You were only waiting for this moment to

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy