Muddy Boots & Neon

Honky-Tonk, Country, Upbeat, Banjo, Fiddle, Danceable, Male Vocals

[3] [Fiddle joins in, playing a catchy, high-energy melody]
Got a pocket full of pay, and a thirst I can’t ignore The only cure for a week like this is behind that swingin’ door!

[4] [Full band is cookin’ now, everything is bright and loud] [Female backup singers add “oohs” and “aahs”]
It’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet! [Short, fiery fiddle solo]

[5] [Upright bass and drums carry the rhythm, banjo provides fills]
Well, the bartender knows my order, slides it down the bar A cold one for the moment, and a shot right from the jar Saw a pretty little thing, tappin’ her red boots Gave her a nod and a crooked smile, gettin’ back to my roots

[6] [Fiddle and banjo play in harmony]
She laughed and said, “You gonna stand there, or you gonna ask me to spin?” I said, “Darlin’, this is where the fun begins!”

[6] [Full band, even more energy than before] [Backup singers are more prominent]
‘Cause it’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet!

[6] [Extended instrumental break for 32 bars. The banjo and fiddle trade solos, each trying to outdo the other. A telecaster electric guitar joins in for a twangy, chicken-pickin' solo. The upright bass gets a short, walking solo. The energy builds and builds.]
[7] [Music drops down to just the bass and a simple drum beat]
From the Monday morning blues, to the Friday evening grind We’re all just lookin’ for a place to unwind So raise your glass up high, let me hear you make some noise! For all the hard-workin’ girls and all the country boys!

[8] [Band comes back in at full force, maybe even a little faster] [Ad-libs from Sam Pierce]
It’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night! [Ad-lib: One more time!] Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet!

[9] [Band hits a final, sharp chord and holds it] [The fiddle plays one last, long, high note that slides down] [Sound of the saloon door swinging shut] [Sam Pierce chuckles] [Spoken Word] Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

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[Fast, driving banjo roll for 4 bars] [Upright bass starts a walking bassline] [Drummer taps the hi-hat twice, then kicks into a fast two-step beat] [YEE-HAW! ad-lib] [2] [Sam Pierce sings, energetic and with a slight twang] Been workin’ sun to sun, out in the dirt and grime Clock on the wall was mockin’ me, just takin’ its sweet time But now the whistle’s blown, and the truck is pointin’ east Gonna trade this dust and sweat for a foot-stompin’ feast [3] [Fiddle joins in, playing a catchy, high-energy melody] Got a pocket full of pay, and a thirst I can’t ignore The only cure for a week like this is behind that swingin’ door! [4] [Full band is cookin’ now, everything is bright and loud] [Female backup singers add “oohs” and “aahs”] It’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet! [Short, fiery fiddle solo] [5] [Upright bass and drums carry the rhythm, banjo provides fills] Well, the bartender knows my order, slides it down the bar A cold one for the moment, and a shot right from the jar Saw a pretty little thing, tappin’ her red boots Gave her a nod and a crooked smile, gettin’ back to my roots [6] [Fiddle and banjo play in harmony] She laughed and said, “You gonna stand there, or you gonna ask me to spin?” I said, “Darlin’, this is where the fun begins!” [6] [Full band, even more energy than before] [Backup singers are more prominent] ‘Cause it’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet! [6] [Extended instrumental break for 32 bars. The banjo and fiddle trade solos, each trying to outdo the other. A telecaster electric guitar joins in for a twangy, chicken-pickin' solo. The upright bass gets a short, walking solo. The energy builds and builds.] [7] [Music drops down to just the bass and a simple drum beat] From the Monday morning blues, to the Friday evening grind We’re all just lookin’ for a place to unwind So raise your glass up high, let me hear you make some noise! For all the hard-workin’ girls and all the country boys! [8] [Band comes back in at full force, maybe even a little faster] [Ad-libs from Sam Pierce] It’s a muddy boots and neon kinda night! [Ad-lib: One more time!] Dancin’ with a stranger in the pale blue light The banjo’s on fire, and the fiddle’s singin’ sweet Forget about the world, just move your tired feet! [9] [Band hits a final, sharp chord and holds it] [The fiddle plays one last, long, high note that slides down] [Sound of the saloon door swinging shut] [Sam Pierce chuckles] [Spoken Word] Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

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