Dive Bar

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
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
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
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
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
But we so countryd up
We gonna turn this club into a dive bar tonight
Night night night night
(Valet ain't never seen a truck like this)
Valet ain't never seen a truck like this
(Need a trampoline just to jump up in)

Woah partner watch where you tread
These snake skin I know you see that gold tip



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Lane, Michael Lotten, Benjamin David Burgess, Willie Lee Jones
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