The story
Under the barn lights, the night will not sit still.
Strings of neon spill across the hayloft as boots pound the boards and dust turns silver in the dark. A fiddle and a bass push the place past midnight, where the kids clap harder, the old wood shakes, and every grin looks borrowed from trouble. When the lights flicker, nobody wants the music to stop.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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