Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

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

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

Backstabber And everybody knows it (everybody knows it) Girl, your such a backstabber, you're such a backstabber Oh girl, you're such a shit talker Run your mouth more than everyone I've ever known (Taking and twisting and telling, so manipulative)

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

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,

A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's

It's better by you better than me Better by you better than me Everybody knows You can tell what I want it to be You can say what I only can see You can say way all they can see You could find a way to ease my passion You listen to the blood flow in my

Ain't no hell but a burning hell Burning hell burning hell No hell but a burning hell Burning hell When I die where I go Ain't nobody knows Hey everybody talk about it, burning hell burning hell When I die, Where I go Ain't nobody know

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