Letras
When I came out tonight, wore my hair a little high
Wore my jeans a little tight
Two-steppin' back in time
Real steel guitar, pearl snaps lined up at the bar
Neon lightin' up the dark
Wakes my achey, breaky heart up
Somebody pour somethin' in my cup (oh)
Don't it make you wanna drop a tailgate down?
Go howlin' at the moon in a guitar town
Don't it make you wanna drive down an old dirt road?
Listen to some Diffie on the radio
Don't rock the jukebox, keep it jumpin'
Don't it make you feel like it's 1990 somethin'?
He came up, tipped his hat
Had that party in the back, didn't even have to ask
Spun me 'round that hardwood floor (whoo)
Thought they didn't make 'em like that anymore (uh-oh, oh)
Don't it make you wanna drop a tailgate down?
Go howlin' at the moon in a guitar town
Don't it make you wanna drive down an old dirt road?
Listen to Shania on the radio
Don't rock the jukebox, keep it jumpin' (hey)
Don't it make you feel like it's 1990?
One, two, three, four
Do-si-do and swingin' doors
Five, six, seven, eight
Back in the good old days
C'mon and turn it up
Somebody pour somethin' in my cup (oh)
Don't it make you wanna drop a tailgate down?
Don't it make you wanna let it all hang out? (Hey)
Don't it make you wanna drop a tailgate down?
Go howlin' at the moon in a guitar town
Don't it make you wanna drive down an old dirt road?
Get some Alan Jackson on the radio (c'mon)
Don't rock the jukebox, keep it jumpin'
Don't it make you feel like it's 1990? (Hey)
Don't it make you feel like it's 1990? (Oh)
Don't it make you feel like it's 1990 somethin'?