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You can feel the excitement as you walk through the door,
There's music and laughter like I've heard before.
Well, come on in, my son, and pull up a chair,
We're just getting started and we're glad that you're here.
We were checking to see if our strings were in key,
So pick up your squeeze box and give us an E;
There'll be other musicians dropping by soon,
So why don't we start off with an old fashioned tune.
I've played in your big city concert halls,
Looked down from the stage through those colored bright lights;
Oh, but give me a warm home, good friends, and music,
And a kitchen party on a Saturday night.
There's guitars, a banjo, and an old mandolin,
And a big ugly stick that somebody brought in,
A harp, flute, a fiddle, and accordions, too,
And most of the music is strictly homebrew.
Now old skipper John's hands are all crippled,
From too many years fishing out on the sea;
But he still plays the flat top like he was still thirty,
And can pick any song without missing a key.
I've played in your big city concert halls,
Looked down from the stage through those colored bright lights;
Oh, but give me a warm home, good friends, and music,
And a kitchen party on a Saturday night.
Aunt Mini's dropped by with her button accordion,
She's been playing now since she was seven years old;
To watch her small fingers fly over the buttons,
Is a musical treat and a joy to behold.
So, parents, be sure and teach your kids music,
Try and persuade them whatever the cost;
Invite their friends to sing and play with them,
Before this great part of tradition is lost.
I've played in your big city concert halls,
Looked down from the stage through those colored bright lights;
Oh, but give me a warm home, good friends and music,
And a kitchen party on a Saturday night.
Oh, give me a warm home, good friends, and music,
And a kitchen party on a Saturday night.
