[Intro - Both, sung over the signature guitar riff] Loud by choice. Country as hell and loud by choice. [Verse 1 - Male solo, confident Southern rap] Screen door slaps behind us; there's sawdust on the floor. You're halfway through the room before I make it past the door. String lights sway above us, two burnt out over the stage; You wave me over with that grin that never likes to wait. I feel that kick through both my boots; you answer with your hips, You catch the rhythm early; I just try to stay with it. When that bass comes rolling through, you turn to face the crowd; I lift a hand up to the band—we came for loud. [Pre-Chorus - Female solo, sung with a rising melody] Give me a beat I can lean into; Give me a little room to move. You already know what I'm about to do— Baby, I ain't waiting on you. [Chorus - Both, big melodic sung hook] Loud by choice, loud by choice, Turn that thing up, let 'em hear your voice. Boots hit wood when the low end rolls; We got nowhere quiet we need to go. Let it hit, let it ring; Give the whole damn room a reason to sing. You bring that grin; I'll bring the noise— Country as hell and loud by choice. [Verse 2 - Female solo, assured Southern rap] You say you got a move for me; well, show me what you got. I set my drink down on the bar and put you on the spot. Your buddy starts to holler; I wave him off his chair— If he's got that much to say, he can get his ass out here. The girl beside the jukebox takes my hand and steps on out; She only knows the chorus, but she's singing twice as loud. I lean against your shoulder when the singer leaves a line; We give it back so loud he steps away and lets it ride. [Pre-Chorus - Male solo, sung] You came to raise a little hell; I came to raise it next to you. You got the night looking good on you; And I ain't about to hush you. [Chorus - Both, big melodic sung hook] Loud by choice, loud by choice, Turn that thing up, let 'em hear your voice. Boots hit wood when the low end rolls; We got nowhere quiet we need to go. Let it hit, let it ring; Give the whole damn room a reason to sing. You bring that grin; I'll bring the noise— Country as hell and loud by choice. [Instrumental - 16 bars; the signature bluesy guitar riff develops through changing answers over the bass and hip-hop pocket, then thins to kick and claps without stopping] [Verse 3A - Male solo, rhythmic Southern rap over the reduced groove] The folks that hung back by the wall come working through the crowd; I slide a chair out of the way and let another couple through. Your buddy threads between us with his drink above his head; That girl who took your hand is waving in the friends she left. [Verse 3B - Female solo, rhythmic Southern rap; instruments build] The bartender is keeping time, one palm against the bar. I catch your eye; you sing right back, one arm around your friend. You reach for me; I take your hand and pull you to the front. We started with the two of us—now listen to this bunch. [Bridge - Male solo, rhythmic sung call] You want it louder? [Bridge - Female solo, rhythmic sung answer] You know I do. [Bridge - Male solo, rhythmic sung call] Who gets to call it? [Bridge - Female solo, rhythmic sung answer] Me and you. [Bridge - Both, sung over kick and claps, building] Give it all you've got; we'll give it right back. One more time—let 'em hear us out back. [Final Chorus - Both, full sung harmony; wide guitars and full drums return] Loud by choice, loud by choice, Turn that thing up, let 'em hear your voice. Boots hit wood when the low end rolls; We got nowhere quiet we need to go. Let it hit, let it ring; Give the whole damn room a reason to sing. You bring that grin; I'll bring the noise— Country as hell and loud by choice. [Ending - Four bars; one signature guitar answer, then one resolved full-band hit and natural decay. End here.]
