[Verse] There's a fiddle cryin' out by the firelight glow, Where the pine trees whisper and the cool winds blow. The jug's passin' 'round, moonshine burns real bright, It's a backwoods jubilee, we're dancin' all night. [Chorus] Swing your partner, stomp your feet, Feel the rhythm in the forest beat. Raise your voice to the starry skies, It's a backwoods party 'til the sun will rise. [Verse 2] There's a banjo pickin', and the bow's on the strings, With a touch of Ireland in the songs it brings. Boots are kickin' up the Appalachian dirt, Laughin' through the night in our Sunday shirts. [Chorus] Swing your partner, stomp your feet, Feel the rhythm in the forest beat. Raise your voice to the starry skies, It's a backwoods party 'til the sun will rise. [Bridge] We got cornbread bakin' on the cast-iron pan, The stories are taller than any man. Underneath the moon, with the fire so high, The echoes of joy light the midnight sky. [Verse 3] The fiddle saws faster, the crowd's in a spin, The laughter’s as wild as the state we're in. From the hills to the holler, we all belong, United by the beat of a mountain song.
