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So you're tired and beatAnd you've worked all weekAnd you need a place you can let it go.Where the girls go wildAnd the boys play hardAnd you need a little more than just the radio.Well here's your open invitationWith just a couple regulations.Let me warn you son, only come to have funWe don't take kindly to serious.So leave your troubles at the doorUnless you want some in here.Welcome to my house, buckle up tightEverybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.It's a country music, a little soul, It's a rock 'n roll rodeo.We don't tolerate no sitting aroundEverybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.So before you come in here with some kind of attitudeYou better read the house rules.Around eleven o'clock when the front door locksAnd the boys start raising the bottle.Where the girls do the thing with the Mardis Gras beadsYeah, You know they're gonna show 'em if they got 'em.Letras de cancionesNo matter what your story, a good time is mandatory.Well rule number seven says don't touch the womenBut they can grab whatever they want to.Welcome to my house, buckle up tightEverybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.It's a country music, a little soul, It's a rock' n roll rodeo.We don't tolerate no sitting aroundEverybody's dancing,' groovin' and getting on down.So before you come in here with some kind of attitudeYou better read the house rules.No such thing as last call.We pick' em up when they fall .We share the same bathroom stall,Says the sign on the wall. (1, 2, 3)Welcome to my house, buckle up tightEverybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.It's a country music, a little soul, It's a rock n roll rodeo.We don't tolerate no sitting aroundEverybody's dancin', groovin' and getting on down.So before you come in here with some kind of attitudeBoy, before you come a walkin' in here with any kind of attitudeYou better read the house rules.You better read the house rules.(2, 3) From Letras Mania