[Intro] [male and female duet, layered, building, no drums] Boots on the floor, bass in my soul Dirt road meets the drop and we lose control Banjo in one hand, kick drum in the other Two different worlds and they crash into each other [crowd chant] Hey! (hey!) turn it up, let it ride Techno and the Country gonna battle tonight [Verse 1] [female vocal, cold processed robotic, vocoder, pulsing synth bass, four-on-the-floor kick] Pull up a chair, cowboy, now let me show you the void I'm four-on-the-floor, I'm the pulse you can't avoid No words, no story, just a body and a beat I'll move ten thousand strangers like one heart under my feet You count to four; I bend the seconds, fold the time Sub-bass in your sternum, that's a feeling not a rhyme [building tension, rising filter sweep] The drop is coming, feel it, hold your breath, anticipate Your heartbreak runs three minutes, my night don't have a gate [Verse 2] [gritty male country vocal, acoustic guitar, steel guitar, stomp] I was raised on a gravel road where the radio cried Steel guitar and a screen-door slam and the tears my mama hide I don't need a hundred lasers, don't need a fog machine Just three chords and the honest truth, prettiest thing you've seen You can program a beat, darlin', but you can't program a soul I got mud on my boots and a story to be told So pack up your little metronome, watch me work this crowd When the fiddle hits that high lonesome note the whole barn gets loud [Chorus] [male and female duet, full fusion, banjo over four-on-the-floor kick, anthemic, layered] Boots on the floor, bass in my soul Dirt road meets the drop and we lose control Banjo in one hand, kick drum in the other Two different worlds and they crash into each other [crowd chant] Hey! (hey!) turn it up, let it ride Techno and the Country gonna battle tonight [Verse 3] [female vocal, cold robotic, distorted, relentless] Aw, the barn, the fiddle, the good old days you mourn You're a museum, sugar, I'm the future being born A thousand beats of right-now, no closing time, no past Ten thousand hands up in the dark, now tell me which one lasts [Verse 4] [gritty male country vocal, defiant, steel guitar swell] You call it livin' in the rear-view, that glass is full of light Every soul I ever lost is in the song I sing tonight You loop the same four bars till the sun comes back around I say one perfect line and put a whole life in the sound [Breakdown] [sparse, fiddle and filter only, quiet, tension building] [whispered female] Then the whole room went still The filter and the fiddle standing toe to toe [whispered male] One of us whispered feel it One of us whispered hold it slow [half-time, kick drum enters slowly] And somewhere in the silence In the space between the two The kick drum found the heartbeat And the heartbeat knew [Drop] [male and female duet, BASS DROP, full fusion, banjo riff over four-on-the-floor, festival energy, huge layered vocals] So put the boots on the floor with the bass in your soul Let the banjo ride the kick till you lose control We don't gotta pick a side, we just let it collide Techno and the Country on the same damn night [drop, all instruments, crowd roar] Hands to the sky on a dirt-road high Neon on the cornfield, fireflies and strobe light Heartbreak and a heartbeat finally agree The loudest thing on this Earth is you and me [Outro] [call-and-response crowd chant, female lead answered by male, fiddle and synth, fading out] (Boots on the floor!) bass in my soul (Dirt road drop!) let the speakers roll (Techno!) (Country!) same heartbeat now Let the speakers roll, let the speakers roll out
