LYRICS

ON MY COUNT

A fiddle-driven line-dance song with wit and sass — grounded in rhythm and self-timed authority, carried by ease, humor, and embodied confidence.

[Verse 1]
I don’t come in looking for the door
I don’t scan the room like I’ve been here before I set my boots, let the floor decide
Feel that low-end hit me right inside
If they’re watching, I don’t mind
If they’re talking, that’s their time

[Chorus]
Boots to kick, here comes the sway I don’t chase it, it finds its way
I don’t rush, I don’t fake
I step in when it’s mine to take

[Verse 2]
Some run hot just to feel alive
Some stay loud just to sell their pride I don’t bluff, I don’t flare
I don’t need the heat in the air
I know the look, I know the cue
I know when nothing’s meant to prove

[Chorus]
Boots to kick, here comes the sway I don’t chase it, it finds its way
I don’t rush, I don’t fake
I step in when it’s mine to take

[Verse 3]
I’ve seen this dance a time or two Same old boots, different rules Everybody’s got a story lined They all sure play it right on time I take a sip, I let it play
It all sounds best that way

[Chorus]
Boots to kick, here comes the sway I don’t chase it, it finds its way
I don’t rush, I don’t fake
I step in when it’s mine to take

[Verse 4]
Funny how life circles round
just when you learn to find it’s true ground Most seem to love the ole rat race
I’m just keeping to my own sweet pace
By the time they start to see
It’s already been working for me
[Outro – Spoken]

Cheers! (bottle tip)