well i rolled in late with a spark in my grin dust on my boots and a match on my skin bartender laughed said “girl where you been” i said “just out here learnin how to sin” he tipped his hat like he knew my name said “you look like trouble wrapped in a flame” i said “darlin you ain’t wrong at all” i break hearts soft then i watch ’em fall glass on the bar and a wink just right neon buzz hummin like a late night fight he said “you dance?” i said “only if it hurts” then i spun real slow just to lift his curse Giddy-up, cowgirl — ride that sound Giddy-up, cowgirl — break it down Giddy-up, cowgirl — bass go loud Giddy-up, cowgirl — shake that ground line dance crooked but i don’t care hair tied up with a devilish stare boots on the wood got the whole place loud i ain’t here shy, i’m here for the crowd shot goes down like a loaded gun DJ grinnin like he knows what’s comin when that drop hits watch the room bend country roots with a bassline end (giddy… up…) (giddy… up…) wellalrightnowlistenup honey got a midnight sale got a wild little cowgirl never known to fail got a heartbeat heavy and a bassline loud gonna sell this night to the rowdy crowd who’ll take a shot and a kiss and a sin two-step trouble with a devilish grin got a left boot stomp and a right one slide and a body goin rogue when the bass collide gimme one for the whiskey and two for the flame three for the boys tryna learn my name four for the floor when it shakes like this and a five piece rhythm that you can’t dismiss now i got that sway that you can’t ignore and a little bit more and a little bit more gonna spin that record make the speakers cry who’s gonna bid on a friday night high SOLD to the girl with the hands up high SOLD to the beat that don’t ask why SOLD to the bass when it drops down low giddy-up cowgirl now let it go Giddy-up, cowgirl — ride that sound Giddy-up, cowgirl — break it down Giddy-up, cowgirl — bass go loud Giddy-up, cowgirl — shake that ground (HEY) g-g-giddy-up (HEY) giddy-up banjo screamin through the low-end grind wobble twistin like a crooked spine glitch that string till it snaps in time ride that chaos, cross that line (giddy-up… up… up…) banjo twisted, teeth bared wide string gone feral, can’t be tied tempo split like a faultline crack bass come crawling up your back (yee-haw… yee-haw…) this ain’t country, this a danger zone ghost in the wires, speaker bone hands up high when the rails all break ride that drop till the whole world shake boots by the door, bass in my chest left that bar in a holy mess (if you hear that rumble down the line…) yeah… that was me… one more time
