The Down Home

THE DOWN HOME

Eddie Lynn Snodderly / Drivin Round Music, BMI.,
2017 C P

There’s a place in my town you can listen to music/ a place in this town you can get down to/ And I believe if it wasn’t here this town would be dead/ dead in the water, dead.

Yea, it’s a little ole place / ain’t open all the time/ and when it is the music plays and the music shines/ And a lot of different people come walking in and that’s the best part about it/ everybody mingling.

There ain’t no T.V. or pinball machine, no asteroids or anything/ there ain’t no pool table/ and you’d think how can one have any fun?

Guitars strumming, bass gets a thumping
Drums hit a beat, can’t stop your feet
Your troubles easing, the music believing
Next thing you know you’re traveling on
And either getting back or getting on
The Down Home.

Like driving up the road and looking for the house/ you’ve been gone too long and there’s been some doubt/ if you’d ever be back to see this place again/ and sure enough there it is still standing.

And everybody’s waving you in/ it’s enough to make you feel every kind of feeling and there they stand/ and you look at them/ and wonder why it’s been so long.

Then there’s a yell out and a big old laugh/ then the cases unbuckle you hear them unsnap/ a little bit of tuning before the song and you remember the here and the where you belong.

Chorus:

Now some folks they did meet there true love here/ and there’s fallen a lonesome tear in a beer/ a baby crying and carried to the back room/ everybody’s happy now.

Some card game at the bar going way past two/ the side door opens to see the morning blasting through/ and someone like Townes saying adios my friend/ and can’t forget the peace from Willie Dixon.


All the voices of songs hang in the air/ there’s music playing on every chair/ the dearly departed stand at the bar/ and we the living speak of their charms.

While the floors creek/ the faucet leaks and the bills are due/ the complaint of heat/ no smoking now but still some do and these modern times are trying to get through.

It’s the power of us all that makes this place cool/ it ain’t one and it ain’t two/ and something that lasts means a lot these days and there’s still a lot of rebel in the down home way.