People come down
Down from the hills
Down to the flatlands below
That long, frigid winter that's held us apart
Departed with the cold wind and snow
The water is swelling
The creek beds are wide
And it's a long messy road into town
But nothing could stop us for we're on our way
To hear that sweet orchestra sound
Lonnie's on rhythm
Bud Romanski's on bass
Mcglynn plays the steel guitar
Commence with a four-count and the crack of a drum
Turn around at the end of the bar
Fold up the tables
Stack all the chairs
Throw a little more salt on the floor
Take a drink from the bottle and cast off the cork
For we'll dance the whole night or more
The Redwing, Down Yonder
Does the Westphalia Waltz
Sings "In Heaven There'll Be No Beer"
The Lark in the Morning does a French Minuet
Since the Cock of the North is here
The band is all packed up
The last door is locked
When the morning's first sunlight appears
May the Lord bless and keep you till we meet again
Once more in the fall of the year
Kacy & Clayton - That Sweet Orchestra Sound Lyrics
Kacy & Clayton - That Sweet Orchestra Sound Lyrics
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People come down
Down from the hills
Down to the flatlands below
That long, frigid winter that's held us apart
Departed with the cold wind and snow
The water is swelling
The creek beds are wide
And it's a long messy road into town
But nothing could stop us for we're on our way
To hear that sweet orchestra sound
Lonnie's on rhythm
Bud Romanski's on bass
Mcglynn plays the steel guitar
Commence with a four-count and the crack of a drum
Turn around at the end of the bar
Fold up the tables
Stack all the chairs
Throw a little more salt on the floor
Take a drink from the bottle and cast off the cork
For we'll dance the whole night or more
The Redwing, Down Yonder
Does the Westphalia Waltz
Sings "In Heaven There'll Be No Beer"
The Lark in the Morning does a French Minuet
Since the Cock of the North is here
The band is all packed up
The last door is locked
When the morning's first sunlight appears
May the Lord bless and keep you till we meet again
Once more in the fall of the year
Down from the hills
Down to the flatlands below
That long, frigid winter that's held us apart
Departed with the cold wind and snow
The water is swelling
The creek beds are wide
And it's a long messy road into town
But nothing could stop us for we're on our way
To hear that sweet orchestra sound
Lonnie's on rhythm
Bud Romanski's on bass
Mcglynn plays the steel guitar
Commence with a four-count and the crack of a drum
Turn around at the end of the bar
Fold up the tables
Stack all the chairs
Throw a little more salt on the floor
Take a drink from the bottle and cast off the cork
For we'll dance the whole night or more
The Redwing, Down Yonder
Does the Westphalia Waltz
Sings "In Heaven There'll Be No Beer"
The Lark in the Morning does a French Minuet
Since the Cock of the North is here
The band is all packed up
The last door is locked
When the morning's first sunlight appears
May the Lord bless and keep you till we meet again
Once more in the fall of the year
Writer: Clayton Linthicum, Kacy Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management