Lyrics

[Intro] And then, I got sassy There's really only three things that you need to know that are the three loves in my life One, country music Two, my dog, June Jolene Pearce And number three, red freakin' wine [Verse 1] Well, I heard that you were back in town Well, it's been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out Oh, yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care, just reach for another match and gasoline [Pre-Chorus] Well, knock, knock, herе you come a-knockin' on my door But you're gonna have to wait on thе porch [Chorus] Better hide the wine and get it gone Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up) Turn up the lights and kill the mood Because baby, I just don't trust myself with you I better hide the wine, oh Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah [Post-Chorus] Oh, knock, knock here you come a-knockin' on my door But you're gonna have to wait another minute on the porch Oh, no, no, it's a dangerous thing Pouring alcohol on an old flame [Interlude] Nashville Say hi these five guys up on stage with me tonight I don't know if you saw our tour us out back, but, um, we all live on there All of us in one bus All of them, all of my hair products, all of my shoes, all of my hair Said it's a lot of hair And I always say that they're the brothers that I never had And I'm the sister that they never wanted Over here on the cajón and drums, y'all, say hi to Mike Oh, he's gettin' a little fancy, I hear it Then he quit Over here on the bass I'm sure you saw him kind of dancing Did you dance tonight a little? Not as much, he usually twerks, he twerks on the bus I've never seen somebody twerk on a bus while it's rollin' down the road, but he does it Y'all, say hi to Phillip Over here on the fiddle and guitar and singing and all of it He's the best dressed of the band even though I know I have them in matching outfits Y'all, say hi to John And Nashville, you kind of got a very special treat tonight, I'm not sure if you're aware of this But this guy over here on the Dobro He doesn't travel with us and he's lucky for it I know he's thankful But I feel kind of like I've come up in this country music world with him He is the Dobro and lap steel on all my records You hear him on all kinds of records, but I claim as— claim him as, like, the first one Yeah, he's like, "Mhm, whatever you wanna say" The brother that I truly never had Y'all, say hi to Josh on the Dobro Mmm, so good And last but not least How are you over there? You're great? Great On acoustic and electric and mandolin and singing and all the things Always the best hats I'm sorry, Mike Y'all, say hi to Nick So Nashville, I have an idea I'm not sure, but I think you know this song based on that, "Lock 'em up, lock 'em up" So would you sing with me really quick? This last chorus, here we go One, two, three [Chorus] Hide the wine and get it gone Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up) Turn up the lights and kill the mood Oh, because baby, I just don't trust myself with you I better hide the wine Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah [Post-Chorus] Oh, knock, knock, here you come knockin' on my door But you're gonna have to wait another minute Better hide the wine Yeah, yeah, yeah