Lyrics

We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight Scooting in in my suede tops This dude here in some Reeboks What do you mean this place ain't got no jukebox How the hell we supposed to dance? Bartender from New York City He ain't never heard of no Tennessee whiskey First name Hill last name Billy Don't make me pop these pearl snaps Valet ain't never seen a truck like this Need a trampoline just to jump up in LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA All my boys got belt buckles Yo girls staring at my moose knuckle And she can throw looks all she wants I'm just trying to catch a buzz This ain't my kind of bar This ain't my kind of place But we go and order up some shooters Gonna shoot em' anyway No neon on the wall Ain't no mechanical bull I had to wait in line to get in And this place ain't even full But we so country'd up We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA Step one two step Step two walk it out Step three do a shotgun (Go crazy) Have a little fun Pocket full of cash through the DJ some The boy asked who is Brooks and Dunn This ain't my kind of bar This ain't my kind of place But we go and order up some shooters Gonna shoot em' anyway No neon on the wall Ain't no mechanical bull I had to wait in line to get in And this place ain't even full But we so countryd up We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight This ain't my kind of bar This ain't my kind of place But we go and order up some shooters Gonna shoot em' anyway No neon on the wall Ain't no mechanical bull I had to wait in line just to get in And this place ain't even full But we so countryd up We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight Night night night night (Valet ain't never seen a truck like this) Valet ain't never seen a truck like this (Need a trampoline just to jump up in) Woah partner watch where you tread These snake skin I know you see that gold tip
Writer(s): Chris Lane, Michael Lotten, Benjamin David Burgess, Willie Lee Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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