America's Sweetheart
No, there ain't nothin' that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me, you can go to hell
'Cause I don't wanna be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos, you won't believe
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
Them boys I've been with say I got no soul
When I, I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, now
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place
And they, they said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Holler if you ready, gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart
No, no, no
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me, you can go to hell
'Cause I don't wanna be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos, you won't believe
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
Them boys I've been with say I got no soul
When I, I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, now
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place
And they, they said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Holler if you ready, gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they said I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me?
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart
No, no, no
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Johnson, Tanner Schneider
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