Lyrics

Crank It Up


It's Friday afternoon about 5:05
I'm heading home from work in my four wheel drive
Got a little bit of cash and a cheek full of chew
I'm going out tonight and I get to see you

I couldn't get no better, no I don't think so
Then "Sweet Home Alabama" comes on the radio

Chorus
Crank it up, crank it up
Crank it up until it rattles my bones
Crank it up, crank it up
Crank it up, let's get the party on

It's Saturday night, if you're keeping score
Got a bucket full of longnecks and peanuts on the floor
Got some tables pushed together, it's the girls and the guys
We're telling tall stories and little white lies

We're laughing and living in the moment and then
The jukebox starts playing "All My Rowdy Friends"

Chorus

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm feeling kinda dead
Got Saturday night still pounding in my head
The television's on channel Fox TV
I need a fast lane fix for a slow motion me

Then I hear those engines turning and man I come alive
Yeah, NASCAR's on and I'm along for the ride

Chorus


(Alt first verse for female)
It's Friday afternoon about six o' six
The work day's over and I'm racing to the crib
Got an old pair of boots and a new tattoo
I'm going out tonite and I get to see you

It couldn't get no better, no I don't think so
Then "Sweet Home Alabama" comes on the radio