[Verse 1]
Pulled into town in a rusted-out Ford
Dashboard cracked, but the tank still full
Got a three-song set and a high school crowd
And a head full of stubborn and bull
Neon sign says “karaoke night”
They hand me the mic like a dare
Play a song I wrote in my bedroom once
Now they’re shouting that hook in the air (hey!)
[Chorus]
We’re a little bit Nashville crazy
Small-town wild with the windows down
Turn it up ‘til the whole place shakes
Till the bar shuts, till the lights go out
We ain’t rich but it still feels famous
Singing like the ceiling’s gonna cave in
Hand in hand, off-key, half-hazy
Living loud, living loud
Nashville crazy
[Verse 2]
You got boots from a consignment store
Ripped-up jeans and a crooked grin
Draw a heart on my arm with a black Sharpie
Say, “You’ll sign bigger things than skin” (oh yeah)
We kiss out back by the ice machine
Hear my song leaking through the wall
You laugh, “Someday they’ll sell out tickets
For nights like this in some concrete hall”
[Chorus]
We’re a little bit Nashville crazy
Small-town wild with the windows down
Turn it up ‘til the whole place shakes
Till the bar shuts, till the lights go out
We ain’t rich but it still feels famous
Singing like the ceiling’s gonna cave in
Hand in hand, off-key, half-hazy
Living loud, living loud
Nashville crazy
[Bridge]
One guitar
One worn-out dream
Tip jar filling up with pocket change and steam
But your voice
Right next to mine
Makes this busted dive feel like a headline (woah)
[Chorus]
We’re a little bit Nashville crazy
Small-town wild with the windows down
Turn it up ‘til the whole place shakes
Till the bar shuts, till the lights go out
We ain’t rich but it still feels famous
Singing like the ceiling’s gonna cave in
Hand in hand, off-key, half-hazy
Living loud, living loud
Nashville crazy