作曲 : Kelsea Ballerini/Julian Bunetta/Shane McAnally
(, everyone)
(Give her a warm welcome)
(Give her a round of applause)
Check, check
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
Hit it

I bet you still live with your mama
Down in her basement, tryin' to be Nirvana
Playing with your guitar all afternoon
You got the kinda face where it mighta been a maybe
But you got a lot to learn 'bout flirtin' with a lady
I'm down to talk dirty, but you started talking dirty too soon
You're drunk, go home
If you're trying to hook up gotta do it alone
The way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away
So me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You're drunk, go home

I think they mighta overserved you George Dickel
Now your friends are all gone, got yourself in a pickle
This bar'll run dry 'fore I let you split a ride with me, baby
Yeah, I know you're a Virgo, that's the third time you told me
Just 'cause I am too doesn't mean that you know me
You're just a dog and barking up the wrong damn tree
You're drunk, go home
If you're trying to hook up gotta do it alone
The way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away
So me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You're drunk, go home

You're drunk, go home
Any other night I might throw you a bone
But the way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away
So me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You ain't nothin' but a dive bar Romeo
You're drunk, go home