Saddle Storms - Burn The Night Down

Burn The Night Down | Saddle Storms | Smoke Pipes and Open Sky Album

Friday night was made for bonfires, tailgates, and the kind of freedom that only shows up after sundown.

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Old Pete's got the tailgate down, the Coleman's swinging, and somebody already dragged a cooler to the dry creek bed. Burn the Night Down is a Celtic outlaw country bonfire anthem — fiddle-forward, bagpipe-driven, and built for wide open sky. The bridge hits like the highlands met the high plains and decided to stay. Turn it up loud. This one don't quit 'til the morning comes by. - Original by Saddle Storms.

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Lyrics: Old Pete's got the tailgate down by the dry creek bed Somebody dragged a cooler out and a Coleman overhead The sun just kissed the ridgeline, painted everything gold If you ain't here by sundown, well the story's already been told We don't need a reason, we don't need a map Just a dirt road to somewhere we ain't been back Strike a match, let it catch, watch it reach the sky Nothing better under heaven on a Friday night We burn the night down, wide open and free Fiddles and fire and cold drinks and me Stars so thick you could walk on 'em, moon ridin' high We burn the night down 'til the morning comes by Somebody pulled a guitar from the bed of their truck The kind of music that don't cost you nothin' but luck Old songs and new ones, voices rising up rough When you're standin' in the firelight, can't ever get enough We don't need a reason, we don't need a map Just a dirt road to somewhere we ain't been back Strike a match, let it catch, watch it reach the sky Nothing better under heaven on a Friday night We burn the night down, wide open and free Fiddles and fire and cold drinks and me Stars so thick you could walk on 'em, moon ridin' high We burn the night down 'til the morning comes by From the highlands to the high plains the fire calls us home Every soul that ever wandered knows this ancient bone The smoke and the wind and the flame never lie Some things burn eternal under an open sky We burn the night down, wide open and free Fiddles and fire and cold drinks and me Stars so thick you could walk on 'em, moon ridin' high We burn the night down 'til the morning comes by Burn it down, burn it down, 'til we see the light

Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com

About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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