Let the Fiddle Fly

Intro
(Fast fiddle and banjo build, driving acoustic rhythm guitar, energetic drum count-in)
​[Verse 1]
Red dirt dust kickin' up off the road
Sun sinking low down in Lookout Valley
Workweek's done, dropping off the heavy load
Heading down to the riverbank rally
Got a beat-up truck with the tailgate down
Old pine trees standing tall and proud
Ain't no place like a mountain town
To clear your head and turn it up loud
​[Chorus]
Play that mountain music, let the fiddle fly
Sweet pine breezes floating under the sky
Three-part harmony, strumming on a pine
Drinkin' cold water from a running creek line
From the Tennessee border to the Sand Mountain ridge
We're dancin' all night down by the wooden bridge
Yeah, the heart of the South is right where we stand
Doin' it up right in Alabama land
​[Verse 2]
Granddaddy played on a beat-up pine box
Passed down the rhythm like a river over rocks
Taught me how to pick, taught me how to sing
How to make six copper strings ring
Now the bonfires burning and the night is young
Singing every word in our mother tongue
Guitars chasin' that banjo lead
Moving at a mountain lightning speed
​[Chorus]
Play that mountain music, let the fiddle fly
Sweet pine breezes floating under the sky
Three-part harmony, strumming on a pine
Drinkin' cold water from a running creek line
From the Tennessee border to the Sand Mountain ridge
We're dancin' all night down by the wooden bridge
Yeah, the heart of the South is right where we stand
Doin' it up right in Alabama land
​[Guitar & Fiddle Solo]
(Fast fiddle breakdown, high-energy twin electric guitar and banjo dual)
​[Bridge]
(Tempo slows slightly, tight three-part vocal harmony, acoustic guitar strum)
When the world gets heavy and the city gets loud
I come back home to this mountain crowd
'Cause the roots run deep in this red clay earth
Yeah, we know what a simple life is worth
​[Chorus]
(Full band explodes back in)
Play that mountain music, let the fiddle fly
Sweet pine breezes floating under the sky
Three-part harmony, strumming on a pine
Drinkin' cold water from a running creek line
From the Tennessee border to the Sand Mountain ridge
We're dancin' all night down by the wooden bridge
Yeah, the heart of the South is right where we stand
Doin' it up right in Alabama land
​[Outro]
Yeah, down in Alabama land!
Ring that banjo, let the fiddle cry!
(Fast banjo roll, big cymbal crash, final ringing guitar chord)