Verse 1

You rolled in laughing with your boots untied

Dust on your jacket and a grin ten miles wide

The porch swung open, somebody yelled my name

Tonight this little town won’t ever be the same

Pre-Chorus

Grab my hand, don’t worry where we land

There’s a two-step waiting in the kitchen band

Chorus

Come on, sweetheart, spin me around

Kick up a little thunder on this old wood floor now

Raise your glass, let the good times start

You’ve got a wild little rhythm and a big bright heart

Hey, hey, let the whole room sing

We’re making Friday night feel like summertime spring

Come on, sweetheart, don’t slow down

We’re the best kind of trouble in the best small town