[Verse 1] Kitchen light on, five thirty AM, Static on the box, then a voice cut through. One station town, one wire in the wind, And that mountain girl singin' like she knew you. We were ironin' shirts, packin' books by the door, Bare feet on a cold linoleum floor. [Verse 2] Later came the man in the rhinestone suit, Lady from Kentucky with the coal in her song, Bama boys with a guitar and truth, Charley with a gold voice, keepin' us strong. Cowboy from Texas with a low, lonesome sound, We didn't get much, but we had that sound.  So keep to your guns till we meet again, Keep that light on past the AM end. You were the friend that we didn't know we needed, Sat at our table without ever leavin'. You made strangers feel like kin, With a six-string prayer and a little grin. Keep to your guns till we meet again.[Chorus] [Verse 3] Small county, Georgia clay road, Stories on the radio after supper was done. We waited for midnight on the weekend though, For a little of our own before the day was gone. But in between, y'all taught us how to stand, Work hard, love hard, be a gentle man. [Bridge - half time, just you and guitar] Wasn't no spotlight on our side of town, But you sang like you saw us, sang like you knew, That a song could lift a porch, lift a plow, Lift a boy hopin' for somethin' true. [Final Chorus - bigger, all harmony] So keep to your guns till we meet again, Keep your heart soft in a hard ol' wind. You were the friend that we didn't know we needed, Stitched our mornings with the evenin'. You made us all feel like kin, And we'll be hummin' you till the dial goes thin. Keep to your guns till we meet again, Yeah, keep to your guns till we meet again.
