[Hook: Hollering southern-rock male lead, hollering] Siren's going, take it downstairs Grab a cold one, grab a guitar and a chair Let the sky come down, we don't care Siren's going, take it downstairs [Verse 1: Hollering southern-rock male lead, roadhouse grit] Saturday night at the Hitching Post on Route Twelve Darlene pouring doubles and the jukebox on the shelf Second set, the floor is packed, the boots are on the boards Eighty people hollering every word of every chord Then the TV over the bar goes red and starts to beep Siren on the water tower, long and low and deep Says two miles out and moving, and the windows start to hum Darlene points the bottle at the cellar, says, y'all come [Hook: Hollering southern-rock male lead, hollering] Siren's going, take it downstairs Grab a cold one, grab a guitar and a chair Let the sky come down, we don't care Siren's going, take it downstairs [Verse 2: Hollering southern-rock male lead, packed into the cellar] Eighty people down a ladder into dirt and canning jars Two acoustic guitars, the snare, a flashlight for the stars Drummer's on an empty keg, he's beating it with spoons Darlene on the harmonica, we're playing all the tunes Kid from the county college crying in the corner, scared Big welder hands him a beer and says, son, sing it, we're all here Upstairs the wind is screaming like a freight train in a hole And eighty people singing louder than the whole thing rolls [Bridge: Hollering southern-rock male lead, door slam on the one, the whole band landing with it] Floor is shaking, dust is falling Hold the note, keep it rolling Here it comes, here it comes Hit it [Verse 3: Hollering southern-rock male lead, sunrise, wide and proud] Morning, push the cellar door, the sky is clean and blue Hitching Post is gone, there's nothing but the slab and the view Pool table in a tree and the jukebox in the creek But the plywood stage is standing, not a single board is weak So we climb up with the acoustics and the snare and the keg Darlene's pouring coffee and she's standing on one leg Whole town pulling in to see what the storm had done And we finish the second set at the rising of the sun [Final Hook: Hollering southern-rock male lead, hollering] Siren's going, take it downstairs Grab a cold one, grab a guitar and a chair Let the sky come down, we don't care Siren's going, take it downstairs [End]
