Tim Mcgraw

There's a girl
Back roads Tennessee
And she works in the factory
All day on the line
Then she clocks out at five finally
There's a bar
The boys treat her like a queen
She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans
And they all get a turn
Just to turn her around the floor
And they always want more
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
They dance
Melt to the heat of the song
Their bodies feel like they belong
And the boys hold on tight
Thinking I might get lucky tonight
And they're probably right
Yeah they're probably right