Verse 1 Friday night, church in the backdrop Cheerleadin’ squad washin’ trucks in the parking lot Feel that heat comin’ off the blacktop Subwoofers rattlin’ like tailgate chains On the tailgate throwin’ rocks at a rusted sign Slingin’ red dirt out by the county line Somebody yells, “put some Hank on” This ain’t background — turn it up Chorus Turn it up and let it burn Let that backbeat twist and churn Spin that girl, make her call your name Kickin’ dust with my heart in the flame Boots bangin’, let the hymn books shake Give us that groove we came here for No sittin’ still — it’s our turn So turn it up and let it burn Verse 2 She don’t pose, she just moves Spills her drink when that bassline grooves She said, “Boy, better keep the pace” There’s a cowboy here who’ll take your place Farm boy here with his bow in hand Here comes the rest of the guys in the band Fiddle screamin’, guitar moan We ain’t headin’ home ’til the break of dawn Bridge Hands up, don’t think twice Turn it loose, this is our night If it’s too loud, that’s just right Let it burn, let it burn
