From Motor City to the Michigan line

The cops were ready to pounce

I left town in a heated frenzy

Beating cheeks back home for the South

Rolled into Macon around two-thirty

The band was ready and primed

We gave it our all until the sun came up

And then it was Miller time

Everybody's worried 'bout the asteroid coming

The one that's gonna kill us all

In the meantime, sugar, let's grab a burger

And go out and have us a ball

Those honky-tonk girls have all grown up

Traded pony tails for fading tatoos

But the music's still here and so am I

And so, my dear are you

Till the big ball falls, lets deck the halls

Get out on the floor and dance

Kick up our heels and give 'em a show

While we still have the chance

Everybody's got their telescopes out

With their eyes up in the stars

In the meantime, honey, forget about money

We'll rock until we close this bar

© RDBrooks, 2013