I'll Bring the Music - Keith Anderson

Suntans and white tank-tops

Summer time and no flip-flops, a little country

A little rock.

Yeah, yeah

Dirt road and dashboard lights

Fool around on a Friday night, them jeans that fit just right

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re going to kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah

I’ll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it, and I’ll bring the music

Small towns and pickup trucks, concerts and dixie cups

Good songs and holding them up

Yeah, yeah.

You and that sexy smile

Wet kisses are driving me wild

So hot that there ain’t no mild.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re going to kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah

I’ll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it, and I’ll bring the music

Yeah, way out there where the crickets churp

I’ll be getting down with them country girls

You know I love it, I’m so proud of it

Rocking and knocking the bottom out of it

Baby, I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re going to kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah

I’ll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it

I love to see you move it, I’ll bring the music

I got the music

Yeah, I’ll bring the music