Lyrics

free the music, unleash the vibe, of a psychedelic relic from the trailer park tribe, with a 12 pack of audio beer, designed to make you move like a puppeteer, twang town sound taking a trip, gonna shake this town like it's the vegas strip, it's one of those days you need one of those nights, you throw your hands in the air and let your birdies fly, free the music, free the music, free the music, you gotta free your mind, it's party time, free the music, unbreak the chains, let my straightjacket racket run through your veins, don't care where you come from or what you wear, it's what makes you tap your feet and shake your derriere, tell me who came here to get light as a neon light, right, we're here to dehydrate the nation, grab your liquid creation and hold it high, soundtrack dump it, bassman drummer boy pump it, brassoline trumpets, hey, so i asked myself what could i get, if i mixed a doney with some violins, well, tonight i solved that riddle, when i found myself some cocky brass kickin' fiddles, playin', free the music, free the music, free the music, you gotta free your mind, it's party time, free the music, wherever you go, in the car, in the bar, in the studio, if your'e sittin' alone with a bottle of jack, listenin' for tradition skip to the next track

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Artist: jerrod niemann