There's a girl from Back Roads, Tennessee
And she works in the factory
All day on the line
Then she clocks out at five finally
There's a bar, the boys treat her like a queen
She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans
And they all get a turn
Just to turn her around the floor
And they always want more
She says, "Take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close"
And the band slows down
"Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are"
They dance and melt to the heat of the song
Their bodies feel like they belong
And the boys hold on tight
Thinking, "I might get lucky tonight"
And they're probably right
Yeah, they're probably right
She says, "Take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close"
And the band slows down
"Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are"
They hold onto her waist
She falls into the night
And she throws back her head
She looks up toward the sky
And she laughs at all the pretty lights
And says, "Take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close"
And the band slows down
"Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
Oh, Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are"
