Mr. Whoever You Are

There's a girl from Back Roads, Tennessee

And she works in the factory

All day on the line

Then she clocks out at five finally

There's a bar, the boys treat her like a queen

She's the bell 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"

And the band slows down

"Then let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. Whoever You Are

Mr. Whoever You Are"

They dance 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 they're probably right

Yeah, they're probably right

She says, "Take me for one more song

Mr. Whoever You Are

Spin me around and pull me in close"

And the band slows down

"Then let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. Whoever You Are

Mr. Whoever You Are"

They hold onto her waist

She falls into the night

And she throws back her head

She looks up toward the sky

And she laughs at all the pretty lights

And says, "Take me for one more song

Mr. Whoever You Are

Spin me around and pull me in close"

And the band slows down

"Then let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. Whoever You Are

Mr. Whoever You Are

Oh, Mr. Whoever You Are

Mr. Whoever You Are"