Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

Some friends will depart, some stay the same Some will fuel the anger, some heal the pain Some will help me up, some tear me down But what goes around comes around Talking to myself Pushing everyone away Is overcoming nothing And the thought remains the

I'm just trying to get it right And in spite of all I should've done I was not mad at you I was not trying to tear you down The words that I could've used I was too scared to say out loud If I cannot break your fall I'll pick you up right off the ground

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Side, by, by your Keep me by your side Keep me by your Side, by, by Side, by, by your Tear it up, tear it down Gettin' lost in the sound of our hearts beatin' Take me here, take me now

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

Girl you're tearin' that dance floor up Let me see you do it in the bed of my truck You sure know how to shake it alright Let me see you do it in the Tennessee moonlight Woah, baby lets go down a little road nobody else knows Just me and you park on the

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Oh, let it out You'll be my coward, my killer at heart Oh, let it out now And it will come down and tear us apart This is my one break down lost out She fell in with the stars I'm drinking up the rain drops From all her precious clouds I swear that