One More Round ‘Til Trouble

(Verse 1) Headed back home from a drive much needed Miles behind me, my mind finally breathing Needed a drink and a little rest Sign ahead said “Our music’s the best” So I took the exit followed the signs Stopped to get a break from the hypnotic white lines Bronco cooling underneath neon light I should’ve kept driving… but that ain’t what happened that night (Pre-Chorus) Band was cooking and the floor was alive Boots start moving when the fiddle hit right Bartender laughing while he slid me one round Said, “Boy you picked the wrong night to slow down” (Chorus) One more round ‘til trouble One more dance ‘til gone One more girl saying “Come on cowboy” Right before the night goes wrong One more shot and the room gets loud Boots start stomping with the rowdy crowd I came in thinking I’d stay one song But it’s always one more round ‘til trouble (Verse 2) Girl in cutoffs pulling me out on the floor Spinning so fast my boots barely touched anymore Whole place rocking wall to wall Hands in the air while the old boys called Neon buzzing and the whiskey burned smooth Band yelling “Hell yeah!” between the grooves Somebody shoved somebody by the bar That’s usually how these nights start (Pre-Chorus) One loud mouth and one bad shove That’s all it takes when the whiskey’s strong enough Bartender sighed like he’d seen this before Then somebody crashed through the swinging door (Chorus) One more round ‘til trouble One more dance ‘til gone One more cowboy thinking he’s tougher Till the whole damn room moves on Barstools flying and the girls screaming loud Bootheels sliding through the sawdust crowd I came in thinking I’d stay one song But it’s always one more round ‘til trouble (Bridge) Fists flying underneath neon light Band still playing like it’s Friday night I caught one grin before I took one too Honestly boys… it felt good to move Dust settled slow when the cops rolled in Everybody laughing like old best friends Bartender handed me one last beer Said, “Hell son… same time next year?” (Breakdown) Bronco headlights cutting through the dark Knuckles bruised while I leaned against the door Took one deep breath and looked back at the bar… (Final Chorus) One more round ‘til trouble One more wild night gone One more memory I’ll laugh about Somewhere down the road at dawn Neon fading in the rearview glow White lines waiting where the highways roll I came in lost but now I know Sometimes you gotta let the chaos show (Outro) Climbed in the Bronco, engine growled low Looked at my busted knuckles in the dashboard glow Laughed to myself and said out loud… “Damn… that’s exactly what I needed.” Then pointed her eastbound… And headed home…