There's something about a wore-out marshall stack
Cheap guitar playing Back In Black
Kick drum cutting through a smokey crowd
Beer is cold and the music's loud
The way it gets you moving
Watch you letting go
Makes me wanna lose it
Yeah, you're putting on a show
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Turned up to eleven when the night moves hit you
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get you like a bar band, bar band gets you
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Girl, you're sweet like Caroline
Take me back like ol' John Prine
Yeah, you get me every time
Wearing that Sweet Child Of Mine
T-shirt gets me rocking like I rolled it
My heart, girl, you stole it
Singing that Marshall Tucker song
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Turned up to eleven when the night moves hit you
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get you like a bar band, bar band gets you
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Oh, put your hands up, baby
Go where the music takes you
Oh, put your hands up, baby
Go where the music takes you
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Turned up to eleven when the night moves hit you, damn
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Turned up to eleven when the night moves hit you
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get you like a bar band, bar band gets you
I wanna get you like a bar band gets you
Oh, put your hands up, baby
Go where the music takes you
Oh, put your hands up, baby
Go where the music takes you
Oh, put your hands up, baby
Go where the music takes you
