Crank It
Lyrics Ryan Weaver

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In high heels she's 5 foot 3
Lean and mean with a tattoo sleeve
Hell on wheels for a tiny thing
Yeah she can pack a punch

She rocks out on the country side
Got a Harley hog and a double wide
Her sweetheart's packed in dynamite, she shoots whiskey and a gun
When she gets an itchin' to get out the kitchen and wrangle up some fun

She likes to crank it with the bottom end thumpin'
Rattle the walls and get the place jumpin'
Bust out the windows, blow off the dust and bring the roof down
Crank it, crank it up loud
Crank up the juice to pump up the crowd
She knows how to get a party shakin'
She likes to crank it

Sunday morning 10 AM
She smells of gin and a night of sin
In a pew up in front again
Shouting hallelujah

The congregation comes alive
When she gets up to testify
The whole church is electrified
Look out here she comes
There's so much conviction in her benediction
The choir ain't loud enough

She likes to crank it with the bible belt thumpin'
Rattle the walls and get the place jumpin'
Bust out the windows, blow off the dust and bring the roof down
Crank it, crank it up loud
Crank up the juice to pump up the crowd
She knows how to get a party shakin'
She likes to crank it,
Aw, she likes to crank it

She wears tie die shirts and John Deere hats
Got a peace sign sticker on her gun rack
She likes ole time country and metal too
She's Joan Jett in cowgirl boots
Her halo is slightly bent
A little crooked but it still fits
A contradiction of many things
A little devil with angel's wings

Aw, you know what I mean

She likes to crank it, get the bottom end thumpin'
Rattle the walls and get the place jumpin'
Bust out the windows, blow off the dust and bring the roof down
Crank it, crank it up loud
Crank up the juice to pump up the crowd
She knows how to get a party shakin'
When she gets to rollin' the earth starts quakin'
She likes to crank it
Oh yeah, she likes to crank it

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