Ryan Weaver - Crank It lyrics
rate meIn high heels she’s 5’3’’
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 sweet heart’s packed in dynamite
She shoots whiskey and a gun
When she gets an itchin get out the kitchen
And wrangle up some fun
She likes to crank it
With bottom end thumpin'
Rattle the walls
Get the place jumping
Bust out the windows
Blow off the dust
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 shaking
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
Yeah 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 bible belt thumpin'
Rattle the walls
Get the place jumping
Bust out the windows
Blow off the dust
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 shaking
She likes to crank it
She likes to crank it
She wears tied died shirts and John Deere hats
Got a piece sun sticker on a gun rack
She like old town country and metal too
She's Joan Jett in cowboy 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
Now you know what I mean
She likes to crank it
With bottom end thumpin'
Rattle the walls
Get the place jumping
Bust out the windows
Blow off the dust
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 shaking
When she gets to rolling the Earth starts quaking
She likes to crank it
Oh yeah she likes to crank it
Thanks to Weaver Country for correcting these lyrics
