Bluegrass Saturday Night

Three hundred days of traveling
Pickin music from the soul
Its a life thats not for all
But its the way we choose to go
The rangers and the music
Keep us runnin to the stage
And that blue moon keeps shinin bright
Its a bluegrass
Saturday night
That sweet fiddle keeps on playin
And the sounds intoxicatin
Banjo pickin loud and clear
It rings on through the night
Load the bus with the band and biscuits
Tell the folks about
Martha White
Everythings gonna be alright
Its a bluegrass
Saturday night
A thousand miles of blacktop
Many times just over night
Writing songs and sharing stories
Its a different way of life
Theres no other way of living
Well keep rolling through the land
With a song upon our hearts
Till we join
Heavens bluegrass band
That sweet fiddle keeps on playin
And the sounds intoxicatin
Banjo pickin loud and clear
It rings on through the night
Load the bus with the band and biscuits
Tell the folks about
Martha White
Everythings gonna be alright
Its a bluegrass
Saturday night
Hunters fiddle keeps on playin
And the sounds intoxicatin
Big K pickin loud and clear
It rings on through the night
Josh and Mickey keep on singin
Listen to them harmonize
Special thanks to
Martha White
For a bluegrass
Saturday night
Hey Augie take me back to
NashvilleTimeto hold my baby tight
Everybody sat goodbye
To a bluegrass
Saturday night