

Cold hungry nights, wood fire burning low Frost on the window,
nowhere else to go We pack up the cases,
step into the chill
Heading down the holler,
past the old stone mill
Underneath the ole pale glow Of the old iron lights We going
to play bluegrass tonight (yeah!)
Gather round the circle,
light up the room Strings start to vibrate,
chasing out the gloom Fingerboards flying,
hearts beating fast
Making a sweet memory that's built to last
Underneath the ole pale glow Of the old iron lights We going
to play bluegrass tonight (oh yeah!)
We going to play bluegrass tonight! (tonight!)