Lyrics:

There's something 'bout 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 ya like a bar band gets ya
Turned up to 11 when the night moves hit ya
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get ya like a bar band, bar band gets ya
I wanna get ya like a bar band gets ya
Girl, you're sweet like Caroline
Take me back like ol' John Prine
Yeah, you get me every time
Wearing that Sweet Child o' Mine
T-shirt gets me rocking like I rolled it
My heart, girl, you stole it
Singing that Marshall Tucker song, yeah
I wanna get ya like a bar band gets ya
Turned up to 11 when the night moves hit ya
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get ya like a bar band, bar band gets ya
I wanna get ya like a bar band gets ya
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 ya like a bar band gets ya
Turned up to 11 when the night moves hit ya
I wanna get ya like a bar band gets ya
Turned up to 11 when the night moves hit ya
Get you smiling, get you laughing like anything could happen, damn
I wanna get ya like a bar band, bar band gets ya
I wanna get ya like a bar band gets ya
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