TEXAS HOLD 'EM (PONY UP) REMIX

歌詞

This ain’t Texas Woo! Ain’t no hold ‘em Hey! So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus Woo! And throw your keys up Hey! Stick around, round, round, round, round Stick around! And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you Come pour some sugar on me honey too It’s a real life boogey and a real life hoedown Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now Woo! There’s a tornado In my city Hit the basement That shit ain’t pretty Rugged whiskey Cause we surviving Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passing time, yeah Oooh, one step to the right We heading to the dive bar we always thought was nice Oooh, you run to the left Just work me in the middle boy, I can’t read your mind This ain’t Texas Woo! Ain’t no hold ‘em Hey! So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus Hey! And throw your keys up Hey! Stick around, round, round, round, round Stick around! And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some liquor on me, honey too It’s a real life boogey and a real life hoedown Don't be a, come take it to the floor now, oooh Take it to the floor now, oooh Now l'ma need all my cowboys to the dancefloor To the floor now, oooh Get to the dancefloor Woke up this morning, my heart keeps racing Straight to the bottom, we all need salvation Need you to end this drought, take me downtown Gon’ leave the truck, whiskey, baby Let’s get weekend wasted Might as well just throw it all And pony up, bitch, don’t hold back on me It’s a rodeo, we gon’ dosido Rope me in and then you take me home Give me all of your love, all of your sins All of your fucks, pony up Hats off to you, but it’s boots on the ground Sipping on a Tennessee, spinning me around I just see you with whiskey I’m drinking straight, baby, all day It's a hell of a life Baby, I just might Throw a party for the whole damn town Chasing my sins away with brown, brown I'ma need another round, round One for me, one for my lover, lover Pony up and salute your town Chasing our sins away with brown And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me, too Furs, spurs, boots There’s a whole lot of South coming out of me, getting money And a whole lot of truth coming out