Karaoké Fiddle in the Band Kane Brown

I woke up hurtin' in my shirt and jeans from the night before

My phone and my ears were ringin'

'Cos we were downtown bouncin' 'round from door to door

There ain't a song I wasn't singin'

From the DJs on the twos and fours to the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors

I was out throwin' down in the middle of the crowd when a boy in the band broke a bow out

I'm just like you

I was raised on the radio

From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock and roll

Took a trip to Music City

Brought a little bit of everything with me

I'm a little bit of bass

Eight-O-Eights

A little bit of clap your hands

I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat with a fiddle in the band

I'm like a burnt CD from O-Three in a Mustang

You never knew what was comin'

So I can't help but be

R and B with a touch of twang

Air guitars and dashboard drummin'

Hey

I'm just like you

I was raised on the radio

From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock and roll

Took a trip to Music City

Brought a little bit of everything with me

I'm a little bit of bass

Eight-O-Eights

A little bit of clap your hands

I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat with a fiddle in the band

Wooh

Y'all hearin' this

From the DJ on the twos and fours to the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors

From the first song to the encore

I'm just like you

I was raised on the radio

From Memphis blues to a Hollywood rock and roll

Took a trip to Music City

Brought a little bit of everything with me

Ow

I'm a little bit of bass

Eight-O-Eights

A little bit of clap your hands

I'm a little bit of six strings on a backbeat with a fiddle in the band

With a fiddle in the band

Uh uh

Come on

Here we go