That Sweet Orchestra Sound

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