I woke up hurtin´ in my shirt and jeans from the night before My phone and my ears were ringin´ ´Cause we were downtown bouncin´ ´round from door to door
There ain´t a song I wasn´t singin´
From the DJs on the 2s and 4s To the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors I was out throwin´ down in the middle of the crowd When a boy in the band broke a bow out
I´m just like you I was raised on the radio From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock ´n´ roll Took a trip to Music City Brought a little bit of everythin´ with me I´m a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands I´m a little bit of six strings on a backbeat With a fiddle in the band
I´m like a burnt CD from ´03 in a Mustang You never knew what was comin´ So, I can´t help but to be R&B with a touch of twang Air guitars and dashboard drummin´ (Hey)
I´m just like you I was raised on the radio From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock ´n´ roll Took a trip to Music City Brought a little bit of everythin´ with me I´m a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands I´m a little bit of six strings on a backbeat With a fiddle in the band
Y´all hearin´ this
From the DJ on the 2s and 4s To the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors From the first song to the encore
I´m just like you (I´m just like you) I was raised on the radio From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock ´n´ roll Took a trip to Music City Brought a little bit of everythin´ with me (Aw) I´m a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands I´m a little bit of six strings on a backbeat With a fiddle in the band With a fiddle in the band, ah-ah