Well, she's a loner She'll never let you on the inside Yeah, he's a stoner Lost behind red eyes You're a drunk if you're leanin' on the back wall You a player if you take her after last call I wonder what you see when you look at me, yeah 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled (Uh) Prom queen's got a nine-month secret He's got a boyfriend, but he prays to Jesus It's gettin' harder to hide, so they hit the light So nobody can see 'em Nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled Well, you come into the world with a new tattoo Little red, little white, little black, little blue (Yeah) Oh, you come into the world with your own tattoo But nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled (Alright)

I got my Johnny Cash bling, boots and matching hat Well, tonight I'm turnin' it on Have my paycheck spend on booze and cigarettes Yeah, tonight I'm turnin' it on From these dress boots to that dirt road mountain That little red buzz and that neon sign, A little country band gonna rock it all night Woah... So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Aw, turn it on Tight white dress, hair in a mess Tonight she's turnin' it on That mean ol' boss done laid her off Well, tonight she's turnin' it on She's gonna shake that thing all around the room A countrified version of the Moulin Rouge Make all the boys in the band stop Oh-oh-oh So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on Whoa... Turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on

Some boys begin to drink beer and whiskey A few begin to smoke marijuana Jack Daniel's early time, Black Label moonshine Shoot it down, turn your big toe up in your boot Mexico or homegrown, roll a joint, glass bong Pass it to the left like a '72 I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Shoot it straight, mix with Coke, top-shelf unless you're broke Head out to the woods and make some shine in the dirt Swag kush and Purple Haze, Blue Dream, melt your face Head on down to Texas for some Willie's Reserve I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) For my weed smokers And my whiskey drinkers

Yo, get out of the bathtub Let's go Hell, I was broke as a joke, no bank account commas Hand-me-down boots, knock off Tony Lamas It was paper plate dinner, box wine, chicken ramen Smokin' that cheap Bob Marley, we be jammin' But she had a thing for my twang and my guitar pickin' She said our way of life is a good kind of livin' Money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Yeah, he got that Lamborghini but he ain't got no bikini In the shotgun seat (oh, oh) Yeah, he got that private jet, but he ain't mile-high clubbin' yet Well, buddy that ain't me, I'm in 24D Makin' out with my honey 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, oh (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) hey Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Well, money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Money ain't sh I do like money though

Guess we was born Years too late Willie and Shine knew the old-school kind Kick it like they kicked it back in '69 Get out that vinyl Drop a needle down We're out in the field, just straight chillin' Party at the leanin' tower cold beer killin' If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy Peace, love, and dixie Holla if you're with me (hey!) Peace, love, and dixie They call it what you want Say what you wanna say If you want sticks and stones Country rock and roll Born in the USA, well then I suppose And drop a tailgate down With hotties in tow, speakers 'bout to blow Pour some TC3 at your radio If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy Peace, love, and dixie If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle Little sip-sip-sippy (peace, love, and dixie) If you smoke funny cigarettes, you get whiskey You shakin' hips like a hip-hip-hippy Don't like 'em if you gotta tip back that bottle, little sip-sip-sippy Peace, love, and dixie Holla if you're with me (hey!) Peace, love, and dixie

I've been working my ass off all day long Just to sit in ten-mile traffic on my way home Between the BS and stress, man, the list goes on and on And on and on We all got too much on our plates There's only so much we can take till it breaks We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold can holdin' Keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds till we think we forgot 'em Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems Bobby's buying beer 'cause he can't pay his rent George's new Ford's got a deer-sized dent Billy's old ex is texting him again And him and him and her and him We're kinda all in the same damn boat Crossing our fingers that the kick don't float 'Cause you know We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold can holdin' Keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds till we think we forgot 'em Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems, yeah, yeah Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold can holdin' Keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds till we think we forgot 'em Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems, yeah, yeah Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh Whoh oh oh oh-oh-oh

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend The lonely night dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration But, but that was long ago Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song Beside the garden wall When stars are bright, you are in my arms The nightingale, tells his fairytale Of paradise, where roses grew Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain