Another Tuesday Night Lyrics

Another Tuesday Night

Another tour, another town, another Tuesday night.

We want to hit the stage just like a stick of dynamite.

A good time band, a good time man, the one they came to see.

And all eyes in the audience are focused right on me.

I’ve got blisters on my fingers. I’ve got red raw vocal cords.

And I’m just hoping that I can remember all the words.

Well, that’s alright. It’s nice and tight. I think we’ve found the groove.

I see some people smiling as the crowd begins to move.

Ooh, can’t you see those sweet young things swaying to the beat?

That crazy cranked-up country sound will make you move your feet.

I can hardly hear the vocals. The guitar just broke a string.

But when the joint is jumping, baby, that don’t mean a thing.