MrWhoever You Are

MR. WHOEVER YOU ARE

Theres a girl on the back roads of Tennessee
And she works in the factory
All day on the line then she clocks out at 5:00 - finally
Theres a bar - the boys treat her like a queen
Shes the belle 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
Then the band slows down
Lets get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are

They danced 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 theyre probably right
Yea, they're probably right

She says, Take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
The band slows down
Lets get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are

They hold on to a ways
She falls into the night
And she throws back her head
She looks up tward the sky
And she laughs at all the pretty light

And says, Take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
The band slows down
Lets get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are

Oh Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are