Barn Floor Twist

[Verse 1] Out past the county line where the gravel turns to dirt, Old Hank is in his boots and his favorite pearl-snap shirt. The string lights are strung up across the old red barn, Tonight we’re throwing a party at the family farm. The kinfolk are arriving, trucks lining up the lane, The coolers filled with ice to wash away the weekly strain. A fiddle starts to tune up, a sweet and slow refrain, Singing of the good old days and walking through the rain. [Pre-Chorus] The grandkids sit there scrolling on their little glowing screens, They think the older folks are just a little out of date. Waiting for the clock to strike so they can escape the gate, But Grandpa’s got a plan when the band steps up and plays. [Chorus] Turn the barn floor loose (turn the barn floor loose) Grandpa hit that switch Grandma’s got the groove (grandma’s got the groove) We all came to move [Verse 2] Then Grandpa hits a switch and the jukebox starts to roar, A baseline starts to thumping right through the wooden floor. That classic country rhythm turns to sixties rock and roll, A heavy British invasion beat that captures every soul. The Boomers hit the deck and they start to twist and shout, Showing all the teenagers what dancing is about. They’re doing the mashed potato, the pony, and the jerk, Shaking off the decades and making that rhythm work. [Pre-Chorus] A teenager drops their phone, their eyes are open wide, Watching Grandma do the swim and slide from side to side. She grabs her grandson's hand and says, Come on, give it a spin, Forget about the internet, let the real groove in! [Chorus] Turn the barn floor loose (turn the barn floor loose) Grandpa hit that switch Grandma’s got the groove (grandma’s got the groove) We all came to move [Bridge] Now the grandkids catch the fire, they’re jumping in the air, Copying the vintage moves without a single care. Generations blending in the shadows of the hay, Rocking through the midnight hours, dancing time away. [Verse 3] The stars are burning low now, the amplifiers rest, Everyone is gathering where the cool night breeze is best. We wander to the front porch as the morning mist appears, Leaning on the railing to toast the passing years. The banjo picks a melody so quiet and so sweet, With tired, happy grandkids tapping out the final beat. The farm is still and peaceful under the morning sun, Where the old school taught the new school how to have some fun. [Chorus] Turn the barn floor loose (turn the barn floor loose) Grandpa hit that switch Grandma’s got the groove (grandma’s got the groove) We all came to move