Kick the Drum

Singing in the midnight rain
With the junkyard boys again
Sounding like an old freight train
Howling at the moon

It’s empty in the heart of town
The cops don’t shut the string band down
They’re just here to dig the sound
And call another tune

Here's one that’ll go down right
Round the trash can light
As your breath goes up in smoke

Years ago, years ago it was so damn easy
Now I hold onto a thought of you
So it won’t leave me
Oh I just can't seem to sit still
And I'm too tired to run
One more Bulleit Rye and a bottle of rum
Put the bow to the fiddle
And kick the drum

Blinking streetlight revelry
Stomp those feet on the one and the three
In crooked four part harmony
Covered in rust

Another round another song
We'll go to the break of dawn
And everybody sing along
Until we turn to dust

Here's to the music that we make at night
‘Till we feel alright
Laughing at last year’s jokes

Years ago, years ago it was so damn easy
Now I hold onto a thought of you
So it won’t leave me
Oh I just can't seem to sit still
And I'm too tired to run
One more Bulleit Rye and a bottle of rum
Put the bow to the fiddle
And kick the drum

Years ago, years ago it was so damn easy
Now I hold onto a thought of you
So it won’t leave me
Oh I just can't seem to sit still
And I'm too tired to run
One more Bulleit Rye and a bottle of rum
Put the bow to the fiddle
And kick the drum

Kick the drum