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 five 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