Shot of Glory - The Washboard Union

It's finally payday

Meeting the boys at my place

All cleaned up, pile in the truck man

I can barely wait

Hear the band roar

From across the dance floor

Like they know that something good is on the way

It's a Friday night like any other

You walk in I stare and I stutter

Every single time you look at me

I need a fix, a true companion

Jimmy Beam or old Jack Daniels

Anything to send me on my way

Drinking up my courage

Whiskey for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna needa

‘Nother shot of glory

Ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

We start spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Well I take the first step

Praying that I don't trip

Up on my words just think of something smart to say

Take a deep breath

Even though I'm scared to death

I don't care 'cause I just gotta know your name

I need a fix, a true companion

Jimmy Beam or old Jack Daniels

Something strong to stop these shaking knees

Drinking up my courage

Whiskey for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna needa

‘Nother shot of glory

Ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

We start spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Woah oo oh oo oh oo oh oh oh

Drinking up my courage

Whiskey for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna needa

‘Nother shot of glory

Ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

We start spinnin'

Drinking up my courage

Whiskey for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna needa

‘Nother shot of glory

Ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

We start spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'