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Turn It On – Turn It Up – Turn Me Loose – Heidi Hauge

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Introduction

There’s something uniquely uplifting about Heidi Hauge’s “Turn It On – Turn It Up – Turn Me Loose.” Imagine you’re on a long drive; the road stretches endlessly ahead, and this track comes on. Instantly, the journey transforms. Heidi’s version of this song, originally made famous by Dwight Yoakam, carries a flair that’s all her own, blending classic country vibes with her signature Scandinavian touch.

The song itself is an anthem of liberation. It’s about shaking off the shackles of a past love and finding freedom in the joy of music. Heidi’s voice, both powerful and poignant, perfectly captures the spirit of resilience and revival. As she belts out the chorus, you can’t help but feel a surge of strength and independence, making it more than just a tune—it’s a personal rally cry.

What makes “Turn It On – Turn It Up – Turn Me Loose” so special isn’t just the melody or the lyrics; it’s the raw, emotional energy that Heidi injects into every note. It resonates because it speaks to anyone who’s ever needed a fresh start or a moment of unapologetic enjoyment. This song doesn’t just sound good; it feels good.

In the broader context of music history, Heidi Hauge may be a nod to the classic country stars, but she also represents the genre’s international appeal. Her interpretation shows how music can cross borders, blending and bending traditional sounds to create something universally relatable.

So next time you feel the need to turn your day around, remember Heidi’s words. Turn the song on, turn it up, and let yourself loose. This isn’t just a track; it’s a companion through thick and thin.

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Lyrics

Well, I’m back again for another night,
Of trying to break free from this sadness that i can’t lay to rest.
This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home,
And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness.

Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose,
From his memorys driving me lonely, crazy and blue.
It helps me forget him, so the louder the better:
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose.

If a tear should fall, if i should whisper his name,
To some stranger i’m holdin’ while we’re dancin’ to an old Buck Owens song.
I know he won’t mind, he won’t even know.
He’ll be dancing with a memory, crying teardrops of his own.
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Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose,
From his memorys driving me lonely, crazy and blue.
It helps me forget him, so the louder the better:
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose.

Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose,
From his memorys driving me lonely, crazy and blue.
It helps me forget him, so the louder the better:
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose.
Yeah, mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose.

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