Lyrics
Intro
Spoken Intro"(Lainey) He did what? Oh, honey, wipe those tears off your face. (Ella) Yeah, that boy ain't worth a dime, let alone this bottle. Bartender, line 'em up! Hit it!"(Verse 1)laineyYou're sitting at the counter with a teardrop in your eyeStaring at your phone just waiting on a lieellaHe packed his little bags and he drove out in the darkLeft you sitting lonely looking for a sparkbothBut look at that high shelf, look at that gold label glowWe ain't wasting premium on a boy who had to goChorusFast two-step crowd shoutSlam another shot! (Crowd: Slam!)Forget his cheating name! (Crowd: Go!)He ain't worth the bourbon! (Crowd: Hell no!)Kick up the sawdust! (Crowd: Kick it!)Dance away the heartbreak! (Crowd: Dance!)Until the dawn arrives! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)Verse 2ellaHe thought he was a king but he's a low-down joker cardTrying to act tough, trying to play hardlaineyBut we got the fiddle rockin' and the rhythm section tightWe’re trading his memory for a hell of a nightbothSo order up the checklist, put it on his card'Cause leaving us behind is gonna hit him real hardChorusFast two-step crowd shoutSlam another shot! (Crowd: Slam!)Forget his cheating name! (Crowd: Go!)He ain't worth the bourbon! (Crowd: Hell no!)Kick up the sawdust! (Crowd: Kick it!)Dance away the heartbreak! (Crowd: Dance!)Until the dawn arrives! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)BridgeMusic cuts down to just handclaps and a chugging acoustic train-beatA couple outlaw girls drinking premium and wildWe’re running past the blues and we’re running styleCrowd building to a complete frenzy: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!Final ChorusThe entire band explodes with a wild fiddle and guitar duelSlam another shot! (Crowd: Slam!)Forget his cheating name! (Crowd: Go!)He ain't worth the bourbon! (Crowd: Hell no!)Kick up the sawdust! (Crowd: Kick it!)Dance away the heartbreak! (Crowd: Dance!)Until the dawn arrives! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)TagThe fiddle takes over the final high-speed rhythmYeah, he ain't worth the bourbonCrowd shouts: Not a single drop!Two outlaw girlsCrowd shouts: Never gonna stop!
Outro
introVerse 1ellaI rolled into the county in a midnight blue machineWearing faded denim like a delta outlaw queenlaineyGot my bell-bottoms sweeping up the sawdust on the floorAnd a silver-plated warning sitting right inside the doorbothDon't you dare mistake the velvet for a little bit of grease'Cause we're running this frontier and we're breaking up the peaceChorusHeavy-grooving stadium crowd shoutPour another double! (Crowd: Double!)Stomp your cowboy boots! (Crowd: Stomp!)Bell-bottom renegades! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Bowie knife edge! (Crowd: Sharp!)Don't mess with fire! (Crowd: Hell no!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)Verse 2laineyA smooth-talking slicker tried to buy a round of ginHe thought he had a chance just to see if he could winellaI looked him in the eye and I cracked a bottle cleanThe baddest pair of outlaws that you ever should have seenbothGo on back to the city, go on hide behind your text'Cause you never know which one of us is gonna catch you nextChorusHeavy-grooving stadium crowd shoutPour another double! (Crowd: Double!)Stomp your cowboy boots! (Crowd: Stomp!)Bell-bottom renegades! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Bowie knife edge! (Crowd: Sharp!)Don't mess with fire! (Crowd: Hell no!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)BridgeMusic drops low - Just a thumping bass drum and a grinding bass guitarA little bit of sugar, a whole lot of smokeThese country-fried outlaws ain't no damn jokeCrowd building to a complete frenzy: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!Final ChorusThe entire band explodes into a massive Southern rock wall of soundPour another double! (Crowd: Double!)Stomp your cowboy boots! (Crowd: Stomp!)Bell-bottom renegades! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Bowie knife edge! (Crowd: Sharp!)Don't mess with fire! (Crowd: Hell no!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)TagThe electric guitars stay high and wildYeah, it's bell-bottom countryCrowd shouts: With an outlaw edge!Screaming through the nightCrowd shouts: Burning up the town!
Outro
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