You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

And it's something along the way It's coming on, it's coming on I don't know why I keep acting this way And everybody knows it's strange Something along the way Tonight, gonna leave my body Tonight, somebody's lover A hole in my head, I can feel it all

Everybody wants to ride So get up and come over And get off when I am done So bring your daisy chain Come on girl on your knees Bow down like your starting to pray Come on little girl when you're riding me Everybody knows how you sex me dirty I know

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go Everybody knows, we got the party with us Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights And the moon is so bright from above Skateboard here's all right So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us We got the party with us

Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn off your phone,

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

Everybody dies famous in a small town Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend maybe knows it just a little too well Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail Hey, word's gonna get around Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to