There's something 'bout the feel
Of glass on steel
Like hands on the hips of a woman
You start at the top and work your way down
You strike a chord and get her goin'

She's looking round the room
Lookin' a little thirsty
Wonderin' who's buying tonight
Well I whip out the bills
And lookin' for thrills
And say, "Hey, baby, I'm your guy."

Slide that shot across the bar and pay the man four dollar fifty
Slide them heels on the dance floor, that's why rednecks drink whiskey
Slide on over here 'cause you're lookin' so so damn pretty
Slide on into second girl, I don't mind getting a little bit dirty

Slide oh
Slide oh

Well that band's kickin' ass
She's shakin' hers
And that beer's flowin' like water
That'll make me stay
That look in her eyes
She ain't worried about tomorrow