Standard (EADGBE)

They got three in the front and four in the back of a civic,

Camped out all night on the sidewalk just to get tickets,

With their hands on the fence in the back by the buses and the limousines

Just tryin' to get a glimpse of a drummer or a singer yea anything,

And they come from miles around,

For the moment when the lights go out,

And they scream,

It's the girls in the front row singin',

It's the boys with the wheels that bring them,

It's the lighters in the air, and you guys up there,

You're the heart and the soul and the reason we do what we do,

Here's to you,

There's a silver tongue blonde tryin to sweet talk her way backstage,

There's a mom and a dad in the isle not actin their age,

There's a wet Corvette, red lipstick grin on Coors light cup,

And judging by the way she's dancin, I'd say she's had enough,

The guitars come alive,

And you make us wanna stay all night,

And they scream,

It's the girls in the front row singin',

It's the boys with the wheels that bring them,

It's the lighters in the air, and you guys up there,

You're the heart and the soul and the reason we do what we do,

Here's to you,

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It's the girls in the front row singin',

It's the boys with the wheels that bring them,

It's the lighters in the air, and you guys up there,

You're the heart and the soul and the reason we do what we do,

Here's to you,