Lyrics
Verse 1
Got a fresh clean shirt and a silver buckle shineClocked off early at the top of the lineTruck’s all washed and the tank is fullHeading to the hall for the bucking bull
Chorus
We’re swinging the doors to the music hallSpinning our partners from wall to wallCold glass sweating in a working handMoving to the rhythm of a five-piece bandYeah, we’re having ourselves a time
Verse 2
The fiddle player’s drawing a wicked bowThe rhythm guitar is putting on a showEvery single boot heel is tapping the floorNobody’s looking for the exit door
Chorus
We’re swinging the doors to the music hallSpinning our partners from wall to wallCold glass sweating in a working handMoving to the rhythm of a five-piece bandYeah, we’re having ourselves a time
Verse 3
The starlight’s clear in the midnight skyTime sure flies when the spirits are highLaughter ring out by the tailgate gateBest lookin' crowd in the whole lone state
Bridge
The working week is a heavy loadBut it all drops off on a country roadA simple song makes the troubles lightWhen you’re rolling through a Friday night
Chorus
We’re swinging the doors to the music hallSpinning our partners from wall to wallCold glass sweating in a working handMoving to the rhythm of a five-piece bandYeah, we’re having ourselves a time
Outro
Yeah, a real good timesteel guitar swellfade outend