Every Little Dancehall

Every little dancehall tonight Should be full of neon light There should be a girl asking a boy to dance There should be a band on stage that's hot And pickup trucks in the parking lot And a girl with a bottle of courage trying to steal a glance But they've boarded up the windows and wrapped the doors in chains All across the country others will do the same There should be another one clapping his hands Wishing he could sit in with the band A steel guitar surges through his veins Shuffling boots on a sawdusted floor That's what a Friday night is for But the ghost of a fiddle tune is all that remains The ghost of a fiddle tune as it echos through the room Long ago barroom brawls are still bouncing off the walls You can smell it straight through the years The cigarette stains and the beer Is it a wistful hollow lonesome that brings you here But they've boarded up the windows and wrapped the doors in chains All across the country others will do the same The ghost of a fiddle tune as it echos through the room Long ago barroom brawls are still bouncing off the walls You can smell it straight through the years The cigarette stains and the beer Is it a wistful hollow lonesome that brings you here Is it a wistful hollow lonesome that brings you here Every little dancehall tonight