Loud Music - Webb Wilder

In Amarillo, Texas, down the Rock Island line

Before you make it scream, before you make it whine

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Well, there’s a little law that’s still on the books, y’all

Got nothin' to do with catchin' crooks, no

You turn the music up, people start to holler

If a man walks in, you got to give him forty dollars

Do a little dance, drink a little wine

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Loud music is a forty-dollar fine

In Amarillo, Texas, down the Rock Island line

Before you make it scream, before you make it whine

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Well, it’s hard to hold back when the sun goes down

There’s not a whole lot of shakin' from this old town

But they’ll rock you silly and they’ll make you sweat

Got nothin' to lose, let your feet get wet

But before you decide to walk that line

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Loud music is a forty-dollar fine

In Amarillo, Texas, down the Rock Island line

You can make it scream, and you can make it whine

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

You can take a man’s money, you can take away his gun

But he’ll always come back to what it was made him run

Well, they try to protect you from the things you read

Ain’t no tellin' where a little music might lead

So before you get wild, before you lose your mind

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Loud music is a forty-dollar fine

Before you make it scream, go and lose your mind

Don’t forget loud music is a forty-dollar fine

It’s a forty-dollar fine

It’s a forty-dollar fine

A forty-dollar fine

A forty-dollar fine