| I betcha never write your name and number on a cocktail napkin |
| For somebody you just met, but I couldn’t help but ask ya' |
| And I betcha when I hit F7 on that there jukebox |
| You weren’t thinkin' you’d be swayin' to some Alabama song |
| I’d say smart money’s on |
| This ain’t our last Coors Light |
| I know I might be wrong |
| But it sure feels like I’m right, I |
| Betcha gonna love where the night goes |
| Betcha gonna two-step slide close |
| Singin' into a beer bottle microphone |
| Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward |
| Betcha look good in my Bass Pro |
| Even better in my F 1 Five O |
| I pony up this payday bank roll |
| I know I just met ya' |
| But I betcha, I betcha |
| Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha |
| I bet you weren’t here tryna fall in |
| Yeah, I know just what you thought |
| Another night of hey girl Broadway boys |
| With their polo collars popped |
| If this bar was Vegas |
| Girl, it ain’t no long shot, ten to one |
| You’ll be thinkin' bout a little hillbilly slippin' out |
| By the time these drinks are done, I |
| Betcha gonna love where the night goes |
| Betcha gonna two-step slide close |
| Singin' into a beer bottle microphone |
| Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward |
| Betcha look good in my Bass Pro |
| Even better in my F 1 Five O |
| I pony up this payday bank roll |
| I know I just met ya' |
| But I betcha, I betcha |
| Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha |
| I’d say smart money’s on |
| A gravel lot first kiss goodnight |
| The way you’re leanin' in |
| Ooh, it sure feels like I’m right, I |
| Betcha gonna love where the night goes |
| Betcha gonna two-step slide close |
| Singin' into a beer bottle microphone |
| Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward |
| Betcha look good in my Bass Pro |
| Even better in my F 1 Five O |
| I pony up this payday bank roll |
| I know I just met ya' |
| But I betcha, I betcha |
| Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha |
| I know I just met ya' |
| But I betcha |