Bluegrass Saturday Night - Rhonda Vincent

Three hundred days of traveling

Pickin' music from the soul

It’s a life that’s not for all

But it’s the way we choose to go

The rangers and the music

Keep us runnin' to the stage

And that blue moon keeps shinin' bright

It’s a bluegrass Saturday night

That sweet fiddle keeps on playin'

And the sound’s intoxicatin'

Banjo pickin' loud and clear

It rings on through the night

Load the bus with the band and biscuits

Tell the folks about Martha White

Everything’s gonna be alright

It’s a bluegrass Saturday night

A thousand miles of blacktop

Many times just over night

Writing songs and sharing stories

It’s a different way of life

There’s no other way of living

We’ll keep rolling through the land

With a song upon our hearts

Till we join Heaven’s bluegrass band

That sweet fiddle keeps on playin'

And the sound’s intoxicatin'

Banjo pickin' loud and clear

It rings on through the night

Load the bus with the band and biscuits

Tell the folks about Martha White

Everything’s gonna be alright

It’s a bluegrass Saturday night

Hunter’s fiddle keeps on playin'

And the sound’s intoxicatin'

Big K pickin' loud and clear

It rings on through the night

Josh and Mickey keep on singin'

Listen to them harmonize

Special thanks to Martha White

For a bluegrass Saturday night

Hey Augie take me back to Nashville

Time to hold my baby tight

Everybody sat goodbye

To a bluegrass Saturday night