[Intro] Keep the lights down low. Leave a little dust on the floor. Yeah. That's better. That's better. [Verse 1] You came in clean with a Sunday shine, creased-up shirt and a straight white line. I took one look at those careful shoes, said, honey, you've got something to lose. Band leaned back and the bottom got mean, brass rolled in somewhere in between. You tried standing still like a gentleman should, then the whole damn room stopped being good. [Pre-Chorus] Don't need pretty. Don't need slow. Give me something I can feel down low. [Chorus] I like it low and dirty, heavy where it counts. Little bit of country, whole lot shaking the house. Keep it low and dirty, don't clean up the sound. If the bass ain't got some trouble, turn that thing back around. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] There's a boot mark black on the hardwood floor, somebody's laughing by the open door. That big brass bell comes rolling through, and every low note finds something to do. You loosened up about half past ten, said you'd never dance like this again. I said don't make promises you can't keep, not with that bass running under your feet. [Pre-Chorus] Don't need pretty. Don't need tame. Put a little dirt around my name. [Chorus] I like it low and dirty, heavy where it counts. Little bit of country, whole lot shaking the house. Keep it low and dirty, don't clean up the sound. If the bass ain't got some trouble, turn that thing back around. [Breakdown] Take the shine off. Leave the grain. Let that low horn drag the chain. No rush. No race. Just enough weight to move this place. [Bass Drop] Low. And dirty. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Some folks want it polished, every corner smooth and bright. I want a groove with fingerprints still showing in the light. Give the floor a little thunder, give the brass a little room. Country never needed permission to get dangerous after two. [Final Chorus] I like it low and dirty, heavy where it counts. Little bit of country, whole lot shaking the house. Keep it low and dirty, don't clean up the sound. If the bass ain't got some trouble, turn that thing back around. Low and dirty, let the baritone roll. Low and dirty, put the rhythm in your bones. Low and dirty — that's how I want it now. [Outro] Leave the dust. Leave the bass. Leave that brass right where it is. [End]
