Letras
We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight
Scooting in in my suede tops
This dude here in some Reeboks
What do you mean this place ain't got no jukebox
How the hell we supposed to dance?
Bartender from New York City
He ain't never heard of no Tennessee whiskey
First name Hill last name Billy
Don't make me pop these pearl snaps
Valet ain't never seen a truck like this
Need a trampoline just to jump up in
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All my boys got belt buckles
Yo girls staring at my moose knuckle
And she can throw looks all she wants
I'm just trying to catch a buzz
This ain't my kind of bar
This ain't my kind of place
But we go and order up some shooters
Gonna shoot em' anyway
No neon on the wall
Ain't no mechanical bull
I had to wait in line to get in
And this place ain't even full
But we so country'd up
We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight
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Step one two step
Step two walk it out
Step three do a shotgun
(Go crazy)
Have a little fun
Pocket full of cash through the DJ some
The boy asked who is Brooks and Dunn
This ain't my kind of bar
This ain't my kind of place
But we go and order up some shooters
Gonna shoot em' anyway
No neon on the wall
Ain't no mechanical bull
I had to wait in line to get in
And this place ain't even full
But we so countryd up
We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight
This ain't my kind of bar
This ain't my kind of place
But we go and order up some shooters
Gonna shoot em' anyway
No neon on the wall
Ain't no mechanical bull
I had to wait in line just to get in
And this place ain't even full