Pull Up
It was a hot night when I made up my mind
I'ma leave this town, I ain't sayin' goodbye
So I jumped in the car and I went for a ride
Didn't have nobody, but I had my pride (Say what? Say what?)
I got my bottles, I don't need no friends
Pulled out a pack and lit a cigarette (a cigarette)
Looked in the mirror and I said with a grin,
"You a bad motherfucker, you'll have no regrets,"
So I put the pedal to the metal, never looked back
Left the old me down in a rugged track
Shot of tequila, I'ma find a bonita
That's a badass chick and I'm dying to meet her
So I pull up, pull up to the bar (to the bar)
And there she sat, playin' an old guitar
So I pulled up a stool at the bar (Ooh)
And when she was done she played on my guitar
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
But she didn't even care to ask me for my name (my name)
We had shots on the rocks and a little bit of Hennessy (Hennessy)
(She was a) She was a bad bitch, she was a savage
Damn, I shoulda' known (Damn, I shoulda' known)
Her hands were in my pockets before the end of the song
"I, I wanna be alone witchu',"
And I followed her like a fool
But something wasn't feeling right, then came the sunlight
Everything was gone
Still chained to the bed, like I'm 'bout to get head
Where did I go wrong?
When I pulled up, pulled up to the bar (to the bar)
And there she sat playin' an old guitar
So I pulled up a stool at the bar (Ooh)
And when she was done, she played on my guitar
Strummin' up, (ooh yeah) down (oh, no) (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, (she was up and) down, (all around the town)
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
(Ooh, yeah) Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
(Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa)
I'ma leave this town, I ain't sayin' goodbye
So I jumped in the car and I went for a ride
Didn't have nobody, but I had my pride (Say what? Say what?)
I got my bottles, I don't need no friends
Pulled out a pack and lit a cigarette (a cigarette)
Looked in the mirror and I said with a grin,
"You a bad motherfucker, you'll have no regrets,"
So I put the pedal to the metal, never looked back
Left the old me down in a rugged track
Shot of tequila, I'ma find a bonita
That's a badass chick and I'm dying to meet her
So I pull up, pull up to the bar (to the bar)
And there she sat, playin' an old guitar
So I pulled up a stool at the bar (Ooh)
And when she was done she played on my guitar
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
But she didn't even care to ask me for my name (my name)
We had shots on the rocks and a little bit of Hennessy (Hennessy)
(She was a) She was a bad bitch, she was a savage
Damn, I shoulda' known (Damn, I shoulda' known)
Her hands were in my pockets before the end of the song
"I, I wanna be alone witchu',"
And I followed her like a fool
But something wasn't feeling right, then came the sunlight
Everything was gone
Still chained to the bed, like I'm 'bout to get head
Where did I go wrong?
When I pulled up, pulled up to the bar (to the bar)
And there she sat playin' an old guitar
So I pulled up a stool at the bar (Ooh)
And when she was done, she played on my guitar
Strummin' up, (ooh yeah) down (oh, no) (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, (she was up and) down, (all around the town)
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
(Ooh, yeah) Strummin' up, down (up, down)
She was good with her hands, she played around the town
Strummin' up, down
She knew a special chord to make you buss' it down
(Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa)
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Parker, Brian Robatille, Donald John Varney
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