Track 6 of the EP Folding Tables · 2023
Last Dance Before They Stack the Chairs
“The band is packing cables and the bartender is flipping stools, but we are still dancing. I always close the night with this one.”
country · last-call country · slow-dance twang · 5:02
Lyrics
The band's packing cables in the back of the hall The bartender's flipping the stools There's one slow song left and a dozen of us Too sweet to go home to the rules So take my hand, darlin' Before the lights come up One last dance before they stack the chairs Sweep the floor, but you keep me there Last song of the night, let it linger on Slow and soft till the stars are gone One last dance, honey, hold me near Before the morning wakes up here Your head on my shoulder, my boots on the floor The singer hums the final verse low The neon in the window says closing time's here But your eyes say we've got a way to go So take my hand, darlin' Before the lights come up One last dance before they stack the chairs Sweep the floor, but you keep me there Last song of the night, let it linger on Slow and soft till the stars are gone One last dance, honey, hold me near Before the morning wakes up here The janitor smiles and he leans on his broom He's seen a thousand nights end like this And we sway like we've got all the time in the world Wrapped up in a slow-dancing kiss Let the chairs go up and the lights go down Let the whole town fall asleep We'll be here, you and me, in the afterglow Where the best of the night's ours to keep One last dance before they stack the chairs Sweep the floor, but you keep me there Last song of the night, let it linger on Slow and soft till the stars are gone One last dance, honey, hold me near Before the morning wakes up here Before they stack the chairs Hold me near, hold me near