My phone and my ears were ringing
'Cause we were downtown bouncing 'round from door to door
There ain't a song I wasn't singing
From the DJs on the 2s and 4s
To the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors
I was out throwing down in the middle of the crowd
When a boy in the band broke a bow out
I'm just like you
I was raised on the radio
From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock 'n' roll
Took a trip to Music City
Brought a little bit of everything with me
I'm a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands
I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat
With a fiddle in the band
I'm like a burnt CD from '03 in a Mustang
You never knew what was coming
So, I can't help but to be R&B with a touch of twang
Air guitars and dashboard drumming
Hey
I'm just like you
I was raised on the radio
From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock 'n' roll
Took a trip to Music City
Brought a little bit of everything with me
I'm a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands
I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat
With a fiddle in the band
Y'all hearing this
From the DJ on the 2s and 4s
To the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors
From the first song to the encore
I'm just like you
I was raised on the radio
From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock 'n' roll
Took a trip to Music City
Brought a little bit of everything with me
I'm a little bit of bass, 808s, a little bit of clap your hands
I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat
With a fiddle in the band
With a fiddle in the band
C'mon
Here we go