There’s somethin’ about when the sun goes down
And we spot some neon lights
We all come from miles around
‘Cause we wanna turn up the night
You can feel it in your bones, down in your soul
Get back to your roots
Make you wanna lose control
Come on, let it roll
I can tell you wanna move
Come on and stomp, then throw it back
Use them hands to tip your cowboy hats
Slide to the left, slide to your right
Turn it around and then cross ’em up one more time
Kick up some dust, you already know what I’m talking about
Puttin’ boots on the ground, puttin’ boots on the ground
Now Southern belles and Northern girls
Come on now, you can drive the boys crazy
Drop it low, low, low
Lower than the Mason-Dixon, don’t you know
Come on and stomp, then throw it back
Use them hands to tip your cowboy hats
Slide to the left, slide to your right
Turn it around and then cross ’em up one more time
Kick up some dust, you already know what I’m talking about
Puttin’ boots on the ground, puttin’ boots on the ground
You wanna lose control
Come on, let it roll
I can tell you wanna move
So I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do
Come on and stomp, then throw it back
Use them hands to tip your cowboy hats
Slide to the left, slide to your right
Turn it around and then cross ’em up one more time
Kick up some dust, you already know what I’m talking about
Puttin’ boots on the ground, puttin’ boots on the ground

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