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"Hide the Wine," Carly Pearce's tale of lingering lust and temporary sobriety, now has its own music video.
The song's straightforward lyrics tell of a woman facing a hangout session with an old flame. Knowing her own carnal limitations, she hides the wine, turns up the dimmed lights and moves mood-setting music away from the turntable before letting her guest in the house. It's probably a relatable scenario to many in Pearce's audience, from her fellow Millennials to older fans who used to understand Conway Twitty's lustful admissions loud and clear. Beyond the song's sexual overtones, it's really about planning around the various temptations that sometimes resurface.
The trio of Ashley Gorley ("Dirt on My Boots"), Hillary Lindsey ("Jesus, Take the Wheel") and Kacey Musgraves collaborator Luke Laird wrote the song. That's a who's-who of modern Nashville songwriters with ears for both the classics and the current charts, and it shows through the song's catchy lyrics and upbeat vibe.
"Hide the Wine" is the opening track off Pearce's 2017 debut album, Every Little Thing.
"Hide the Wine" Lyrics
I heard you were back in town
It's been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out
Yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry
Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care, just reach for another match and gasoline
Well knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait on the porch
Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Well I know me and I know you
I better get rid of all the Two Buck Chuck and the high-dollar good stuff too
'Cause baby if I don't, you know what we'll do
Oh oh with one sip, one tip, we'll be sitting on the couch, you'll be kicking off your shoes
Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Oh I better hide the wine, yeah
Oh knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
Oh no, no, it's a dangerous thing pouring alcohol on an old flame
Hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Oh I better hide the wine, yeah
Oh I better hide the wine
