Come As You Are

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There’s a dusty road behind us,
and a thousand miles ahead,
but tonight we found a place
where every heart can rest.

Some came rolling in at sunrise,
some showed up beneath the stars,
with old guitars and new ideas,
and stories in their hearts.

There’s a fiddle by the firelight,
a beat somewhere down the line,
someone singing something simple
that makes a stranger smile.

Nobody asks where you came from,
nobody cares what you wear.
Pull up a chair beside us,
there’s always room right here.

We may not sing the same songs,
we may not walk the same roads,
but give us one good melody
and see how close we go.

Come as you are to Lovestock,
bring every part of who you are.
Bring your laughter, bring your stories,
bring that old beat-up guitar.

We’ve got love around the fire,
good friends underneath the stars.
Different voices, one big family.

Come as you are.

There’s country next to rock ’n’ roll,
a piano down the way,
someone turning knobs and making sounds
we’ve never heard them play.

And that’s the beauty of the whole thing,
there ain’t one way to belong.
You don’t have to sound like anyone
to bring your own good song.

Maybe you came here with your best friends,
maybe you walked in alone.
By the time the weekend’s over,
this place might feel like home.

It ain’t about who’s louder,
it ain’t about who’s right.
It’s sharing something honest
on a warm September night.

Come as you are to Lovestock,
bring every part of who you are.
Bring your laughter, bring your stories,
bring that old beat-up guitar.

We’ve got love around the fire,
good friends underneath the stars.
Different voices, one big family.

Come as you are.

Years from now we may remember
not every song or every name,
but we’ll remember how it felt
when everybody found their place.

A hand upon a shoulder,
a chorus drifting through the dark,
sometimes all it takes is music
to remind us who we are.

So let the fiddle keep on playing,
let the old guitars ring out.
Let every kind of music
find its way into the crowd.

Come as you are to Lovestock,
bring every part of who you are.
Bring your dreams and bring your stories,
bring that old beat-up guitar.

We’ve got love around the fire,
good friends underneath the stars.
Different voices, one big family.

Come as you are.

When the last song fades to silence
and we’re heading down the road,

take a little piece of Lovestock
wherever you may go.

Come as you are.

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Lyrics written by @Arloma. All rights reserved © 2026 There’s a dusty road behind us, and a thousand miles ahead, but tonight we found a place where every heart can rest. Some came rolling in at sunrise, some showed up beneath the stars, with old guitars and new ideas, and stories in their hearts. There’s a fiddle by the firelight, a beat somewhere down the line, someone singing something simple that makes a stranger smile. Nobody asks where you came from, nobody cares what you wear. Pull up a chair beside us, there’s always room right here. We may not sing the same songs, we may not walk the same roads, but give us one good melody and see how close we go. Come as you are to Lovestock, bring every part of who you are. Bring your laughter, bring your stories, bring that old beat-up guitar. We’ve got love around the fire, good friends underneath the stars. Different voices, one big family. Come as you are. Come as you are. There’s country next to rock ’n’ roll, a piano down the way, someone turning knobs and making sounds we’ve never heard them play. And that’s the beauty of the whole thing, there ain’t one way to belong. You don’t have to sound like anyone to bring your own good song. Maybe you came here with your best friends, maybe you walked in alone. By the time the weekend’s over, this place might feel like home. It ain’t about who’s louder, it ain’t about who’s right. It’s sharing something honest on a warm September night. Come as you are to Lovestock, bring every part of who you are. Bring your laughter, bring your stories, bring that old beat-up guitar. We’ve got love around the fire, good friends underneath the stars. Different voices, one big family. Come as you are. Come as you are. Years from now we may remember not every song or every name, but we’ll remember how it felt when everybody found their place. A hand upon a shoulder, a chorus drifting through the dark, sometimes all it takes is music to remind us who we are. So let the fiddle keep on playing, let the old guitars ring out. Let every kind of music find its way into the crowd. Come as you are to Lovestock, bring every part of who you are. Bring your dreams and bring your stories, bring that old beat-up guitar. We’ve got love around the fire, good friends underneath the stars. Different voices, one big family. Come as you are. Come as you are. When the last song fades to silence and we’re heading down the road, take a little piece of Lovestock wherever you may go. Come as you are.

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