From the recording Saloon tune

At dawn, four men rode in to town to share their story about the music they play.

Lyrics

Since we wandered in here a while ago
The beer’s been poured and the lights are low
Feels just like a perfect Friday night
The owner’s happy, ‘cause the bar is jammed
Folks are plenty, no trouble in sight
Everything ‘round here’s nothing but just darn right
Now, we’re kind of addicted to small saloons
So we thought we’d play you a couple of tunes
With the heat and the beat and some picking and slide on the side
The accordion and bass not to forget I tell you, you ain’t heard nothing yet
We’re The Southern Country Band
and here we stand

We play it mean and we play it clean
We’re the hottest act you’ve ever seen
We play it loud and we play it grand
We’re the Southern Country Band
Instrumental:
From the streets of London to Baton Rouge
Through the mists in Scotland to Texas blues
We pick up songs from anywhere in between
You’ll hear about cotton, horses and mules
We take you to Nashville and Liverpool
You’ll hear about places, where none of us ever been
Now, the time has come to give it a shot
And we’ll do our best, ‘that’s all we’ve got
With the heat and the beat and some picking and slide on the side
The accordion and bass not to forget
Folks, you ain’t heard anything yet
We’re the Southern Country Band
so give us a hand

We play it mean and we play it clean
We’re the hottest act you’ve ever seen
We play it loud and we play it grand
We’re the Southern Country Band
We´re the Southern Country Band