Dirty Honey

Another Last Time

Greatest Hits

Extra Ordinary

Recorded 2025

Lyrics

(Intro – Horns & Guitar)
Ba da da daaah, chicka boom, chicka boom!
Yeah, that floor’s heatin’ up tonight!

(Verse 1)
Well the neon buzzed, the doors swung wide,
Boots hittin’ rhythm, hearts full of pride.
Cowgirls smilin’ in rhinestone shine,
Boys tuned up, feelin’ mighty fine.
Old jukebox spinnin’ out a BB groove,
Fiddle man swayin’, got that move.
Whiskey in my hand, trouble in the air,
Everybody’s dancin’ like they just don’t care!

(Chorus)
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire,
Got the preacher’s daughter and the truck-tire choir!
That steel guitar’s singin’ like a gospel choir,
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!
Yeah, the rhythm’s rollin’ higher and higher,
And the night won’t end till the boots get tired.
Baby grab my hand, we’ll light this wire —
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!

(Verse 2)
Now Big Jack’s laughin’ with a saxophone grin,
Trombone blastin’, let the good times spin.
Rosie’s in red with them high-heel shoes,
She’s steppin’ in time to that Memphis blues.
Smoke in the air and the lights turned gold,
Barback sweatin’ but the beer stays cold.
We’re swingin’ so hot, sparks hit the roof,
Band keeps rollin’ with a rhythm and truth!

(Chorus)
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire,
Got the preacher’s daughter and the truck-tire choir!
That steel guitar’s singin’ like a gospel choir,
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!
Yeah, the rhythm’s rollin’ higher and higher,
And the night won’t end till the boots get tired.
Baby grab my hand, we’ll light this wire —
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!
(Bridge – Horn & Guitar Jam)
Trumpet’s cryin’, sax is moanin’,
Guitar slappin’, rhythm’s groanin’.
Ain’t no time to sit this out,
Let that swing make the whole place shout!

(Breakdown)
Na na na (na na na),
That bass walkin’ low and slow.
Na na na (na na na),
Baby, don’t let go!
Yeah, your eyes are sparkin’ brighter than wire,
Whoa-oh, this dance floor’s on fire!

(Final Chorus)
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire,
Every soul in the room just a little bit higher!
From the barroom brawlers to the Sunday choir,
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!
Yeah, we’ll spin ‘til the dawn, never tire,
Hearts beatin’ strong like a front porch choir.
Strike that match, girl, light my desire —
Whoa-oh, the dance floor’s on fire!

(Outro – Horn Stab + Guitar Lick)
Ba-da-da-daaah!
Smoke’s risin’, boots are tired —
But Lord, that dance floor’s still on fire!

Jesse Stewart - Cold Beer

Александр Казанцев