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Lorrie laughs like she just don't care
Got a red bandana and raven hair
Sitting in the corner at The Mercury
Cowboy killers in a plain white tee
And back before the glasses and the sleeve tattoos
She's just another small town kid
And sure, she's gotta couple problems now
But she doesn't try to keep 'em hid
Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town
I want you tell me where to be when the walls start falling
Well, I've never seen Jimmy in that old Corvette
He looks like hell, but he ain't dead yet
Rough around the edges, but his clothes are clean
Hayseed dressed up like James Dean
And any way I play it, well, I can't get him to say it
But I think that him and Lorrie were a thing
Well, come now that I think about it
He don't say much of anything
Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town
I want you tell me where to be when the walls start falling
Well, it's 1 a.m., and wild and loud
Like sittin' in the middle of a funnel cloud
A five-spot for a shot and a beer
Now, do you wonder how we wound up here
I tell you friend that every now and then
And it's like a money game of cut-throat pool
Lorrie's talking just a little too sweet to me
Jimmy's in the next bar stool
Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Well, it's throwback punks and daytime drunks
And PBR's and stouts
Lorrie's over by the jukebox now
Dancing to the "Twist and Shout"
And Jimmy's storming out the front door
Lord, you'd think someone had died
I ain't going anywhere at all
Now, I'm about to hit my stride