"Meet You At The End" lyrics
"Meet You At The End"
It was a hot summer night the gig was at a racetrack
We located the stage and pulled the van around the back
But something was going on
You could feel it in the air a thunderstorm
And if lightning strikes like dynamite
It's not alright there's no show tonight
The promoter said guys we've got to get on with the show
I've got a truckload of beer that's gotta get sold or I go broke
So we looked at each other in the eye knowing we'd make this gig fly
And 1-2-3
I'll meet you at the end
The rain came and blew out the PA
But somehow the monitors in front of us were OK
So we turned them around to face the crowd
And they began to sing along fist pumping we were one, one
And the buyer said guys just keep on playing through the rain
I've got a truckload of beer that's gotta get sold right here
So if you want to get paid today better stay on that stage
And 1-2-3
I'll meet you at the end
We took the storm
And made it our own
Fans and the band took a stand
And said love you love you all
Love you all
And so with love
We conquered all
And we were one
1-2-3
Meet you at the end
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- 54-40 Lyrics
album:
"West Coast Band" (2023)
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