Parmalee - I'll Bring The Music lyrics

Suntans and white tank tops Summertime and no flip-flops A little country a little rock, yea, yea Dirt roads and dashboard lights Fool around on a Friday night Them jeans that fit just right, yea, yea Yea I'll bring the music, you bring the beer We're gonna kick this thing in gear Come on now and get your hands in the air Sayin' yea (yea) Yea, 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 sponsored links Concerts and dixie cups Good songs and holding 'em up, yea, yea You and that s**y smile When kisses are drivin' me wild So hot that there ain't no mild, yea, yea Yea I'll bring the music, you bring the beer We're gonna kick this thing in gear Come on now and get your hands in the air Sayin' yea (yea) Yea, 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 Yea, we're out there where the crickets chirp I'll be getting down with those country girls You know I love it, I'm so proud of it Rockin' and knockin' the bottom out of it I'll bring the music, you bring the beer We're gonna kick this thing in gear Come on now and get your hands in the air Sayin' yea (yea) Yea, 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 And I'll bring the music I got the music Yea, I'll bring the music