[Intro] [Verse 1] Sun’s bleedín’ red across the field, Dust on our boots, but our hearts won’t yield. We roll in broke, with nothin’ to show, Just a beat‑up van and a radio. Old six‑string buzzin’, a little out of tune, But it sounds like heaven under that moon. Somewhere back there, past the county line, A little light’s burnin’—says, “You’re right on time.” [Pre‑Chorus] Leave your worries in the dust, Take my hand, put down your mistrust. Tonight we only count what’s real— All that other stuff can take a seat and heal. [Chorus] Lovestock—feast of joy, Love and friendship, no ploy. We dance it out beneath the sky, Let our busted hearts run wild and high. Lovestock—sweet and loud, Full of love, no room for proud. We sing it out, we shout it now: There’s a place for every soul right here, somehow. [Verse 2] Strangers turn to kin real fast, Share our bread and stories from the past. Somebody’s blowin’ a harp out back, Somebody’s dancin’ barefoot, off the track. We talk ’bout dreams we never told, About gettin’ old, about lettin’ go. And somewhere up between the stars, The whole damn world don’t feel so hard. [Pre‑Chorus] Drop your masks into the sand, Show your heart, reach out your hand. Tonight we only count what’s real— All that other stuff can take a seat and heal. [Chorus] Lovestock—feast of joy, Love and friendship, no ploy. We dance it out beneath the sky, Let our busted hearts run wild and high. Lovestock—sweet and loud, Full of love, no room for proud. We sing it out, we shout it now: There’s a place for every soul right here, somehow. [Breakdown] [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo – slow build, bluesy bends, Hammond organ pad underneath] [Build-Up] [Guitar Solo – faster runs, more grit, crowd claps coming back in] [Bridge] And when the mornin’ creeps in soft, And the drums don’t hit quite like they ought’, We’ll stick around a little while, ’Cause this feelin’’s worth the extra mile. We’ll carry it back to our one‑horse towns, Into every shift, every dead‑end round. [Final Chorus] Lovestock—feast of joy, Love and friendship, no ploy. We dance it out beneath the sky, Let our busted hearts run wild and high. Lovestock—sweet and loud, Full of love, no room for proud. We sing it out, we shout it now: There’s a place for every soul right here, somehow. [Outro (Ad‑libs / Crowd)] Hey, hey, Lovestock… We stay right here, we stay right here… Feast of joy, feast of love— One big family under the stars above.
