[Intro]
And then, I got sassy
There's really only three things that you need to know that are the three loves in my life
One, country music
Two, my dog, June Jolene Pearce
And number three, red freakin' wine

[Verse 1]
Well, I heard that you were back in town
Well, it's been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out
Oh, yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry
Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care, just reach for another match and gasoline

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, knock, knock, herе you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait on thе porch

[Chorus]
Better hide the wine and get it gone
Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill the mood
Because baby, I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine, oh
Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, knock, knock here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
Oh, no, no, it's a dangerous thing
Pouring alcohol on an old flame
[Interlude]
Nashville
Say hi these five guys up on stage with me tonight
I don't know if you saw our tour us out back, but, um, we all live on there
All of us in one bus
All of them, all of my hair products, all of my shoes, all of my hair
Said it's a lot of hair
And I always say that they're the brothers that I never had
And I'm the sister that they never wanted
Over here on the cajón and drums, y'all, say hi to Mike
Oh, he's gettin' a little fancy, I hear it
Then he quit
Over here on the bass
I'm sure you saw him kind of dancing
Did you dance tonight a little?
Not as much, he usually twerks, he twerks on the bus
I've never seen somebody twerk on a bus while it's rollin' down the road, but he does it
Y'all, say hi to Phillip
Over here on the fiddle and guitar and singing and all of it
He's the best dressed of the band even though I know I have them in matching outfits
Y'all, say hi to John
And Nashville, you kind of got a very special treat tonight, I'm not sure if you're aware of this
But this guy over here on the Dobro
He doesn't travel with us and he's lucky for it
I know he's thankful
But I feel kind of like I've come up in this country music world with him
He is the Dobro and lap steel on all my records
You hear him on all kinds of records, but I claim as— claim him as, like, the first one
Yeah, he's like, "Mhm, whatever you wanna say"
The brother that I truly never had
Y'all, say hi to Josh on the Dobro
Mmm, so good
And last but not least
How are you over there?
You're great? Great
On acoustic and electric and mandolin and singing and all the things
Always the best hats
I'm sorry, Mike
Y'all, say hi to Nick
So Nashville, I have an idea
I'm not sure, but I think you know this song based on that, "Lock 'em up, lock 'em up"
So would you sing with me really quick?
This last chorus, here we go
One, two, three
[Chorus]
Hide the wine and get it gone
Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill the mood
Oh, because baby, I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, knock, knock, here you come knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait another minute
Better hide the wine
Yeah, yeah, yeah