I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier Party girls, don't get hurt Can't feel anything, when will I learn? I push it down, push it down I'm the one, for a good time call Phone's blowing up, ringing my doorbell I feel the love, I feel the love 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink Throw 'em back, 'till I lose count I'm, gonna swing, from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm, gonna live, like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light I'm holding on for dear life Sun is up, she's a mess Gotta get out now, gotta run from this Here comes the shame, here comes the shame 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink 1-2-3-1-2-3 drink Throw 'em back, 'till I lose count I'm gonna swing I'm, gonna swing, from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm, gonna live, like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm, gonna fly, like a bird through the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm, gonna swing, from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm just holding on for tonight I'm just holding on for tonight Just holding on for tonight On for tonight

Round up the boys We're gonna do it right Come on girls Put 'em jeans on Make 'em tight Leave your 9 to 5 behind It's an all night kinda night This town we know How to get it done With the beer in the back And the girls in the front Put on a little skynyrd Drive it to the middle of nowhere And kick it (This is our town) So live it up right here right now (This is our town) 'Til the sun comes up and the lights go out (This is our town) YEAH It's friday night honey let's get lit Round here last call don't mean Shhhh... 'Cuz this is our town We roll on down to the place we always go Pull up the truck right there on the 18th hole Grab a cold one tee it off Tonight we ain't playin' golf They can kick us off Try to take our beer They can call the cops But they're already here Maybe bennett Moon shine sippin' Those boys in blue Know how to kick it (This is our town) So live it up right here right now (This is our town) 'Til the sun comes up and the lights go out (This is our town) YEAH It's friday night honey let's get lit Round here last call don't mean (YEAH) So put them boots on the ground, yeah Tonight is goin' down Put 'em tall boys in the air Let's show 'em how we do it down here (This is our town) So live it up right here right now (This is our town) 'Til the sun comes up and the lights go out (This is our town) YEAH It's friday night honey let's get lit Round here last call don't mean (This is our town) So live it up right here right now (This is our town) 'Til the sun comes up and the lights go out (This is our town) YEAH It's friday night honey let's get lit Round here last call don't mean Shhhh...

Long day at work Every part of my body hurt Whatcha think I'm gonna doooo? Oh, boss's screaming at me, all day and on repeat Yeah what would you doooo? That's right I'm drinking, sipping till I'm buzzing Get that good time up and running, number seven's calling me Fill it up four fingers deep Watching as the preacher's daughter makes the bar a little hotter Somebody take my keys, to let you know I'm thinking I'm drinking Yeah yeah yeah Jukebox on Everybody's singing along, it's alriiighty on Cause our only care, inside this bar is to get up, driiiink on Yeah I'm drinking, sipping till I'm buzzing Get that good time up and running number seven's calling me Fill it up four fingers deep Watching as the preacher's daughter makes the bar a little hotter Somebody take my keys to let you know what I'm thinking I'm drinking Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah To let you know I'm thinking I'm drinking Tomorrow, my head's gonna hurt and I'll probably be late for work But I sure feel gooood, riight now That's right I'm drinking, Sipping till I'm buzzing get that good Time up and running number seven's calling me Fill it up four fingers deep Watching as the preacher's daughter makes the bar go a little hotter Somebody take my keys to let you know what I'm thinking Im drinking, sipping till I'm buzzing get that Good time up and running number seven's calling me Fill it up four fingers deep Watching as the preachers daughter makes the bar a little hotter Somebody take my keys to let you know that I'm thinking yeah Yeah I'm drinking Yeah yeah yeah Yeah I'm drinking

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft