There's a girl on the back roads of tennessee

And she works in the factory

All day on the line then she clocks out at 500 - finally

There's a bar - the boys treat her like a queen

She's the 'belle of the ball' in blue jeans

And they all get a turn just to turn her around the floor

And they always want more

She says, "take me for one more song,

Mr. whoever you are

Spin me around and pull me in close"

Then the band slows down

"Let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. whoever you are

Mr. whoever you are"

They danced and melt to the heat of the song

Their bodies feel like they belong

And the boys hold on tight thinking,

"I might get lucky tonight"

And they're probably right

Yea, they're probably right

She says, "take me for one more song

Mr. whoever you are

Spin me around and pull me in close"

The band slows down

"Let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. whoever you are

Mr. whoever you are"

They hold on to a ways

She falls into the night

And she throws back her head

She looks up t'ward the sky

And she laughs at all the pretty light

And says, take me for one more song

Mr. whoever you are

Spin me around and pull me in close"

The band slows down

"Let's get the hell out of this bar

Mr. whoever you are

Mr. whoever you are"

Oh mr. whoever you are

Mr. whoever you are