Text: Pat Green. Live at Billy Bob's Texas [Live]. Take Me Out To A Dancehall.

(Pat Green)

Let your hair down, wear something pretty,
Don't you know, you make us both look good.
Call your momma tell her you're going out tonight,
It's going to be late,
Yeah we might not make it back at all.

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So take me out to a dancehall
Slap my foot down to the rhythm
Tell 'em to play them old songs that we all love
And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

Some people say, don't waste your time away,
With late night living lovers rendezvous,
Take my hand
Come on take a chance
Close your eyes,
Yea the rest is gonna come to you.

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I said forget about tomorrow,
I don't care if it comes at all
And if we get a little crazy,
Blame it on the alcohol.

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And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.