Cause Carolina boys get rowdy loud Don't look at me Ill turn your whole world upside down Did you see me looking cool in my white tee shirt And my cowboy boots And my baby blues Staring at you from across the room Did you see me looking at you

Catching my breath, letting it go Turning my cheek for the sake of this show Now that you know, this is my life I won't be told what's supposed to be right Catch my breath, no one can hold me back, I ain't got time for that Catch my breath, won't let

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

Lift me up above this Lift me up and help me to fly away I won't be broken I won't be tortured I won't be beaten down I have the answer I can take the pressure I will turn it all around The flames and the ashes

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

Let's go to bed early Turn out the lights It's only eight thirty But that's alright Know you ain't tired Neither am I And stay up all night There's a party going on tonight And we can go if you want to

How many times can we make love in one night How man times can we make love in one night (One night) (Turn, up, turn up, turn up, turn it up) (Straight Up) I was thinking to myself While I was staring at your body Over me, that I don't need nobody else I

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit

Kick the dust up We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out