Lyrics
It's getting late, I should go to bed
Expressing awareness of the late hour and the need to sleep.
But I'm round the campfire
Despite the late hour, the singer is gathered around a campfire with friends.
With all my friends
Emphasizing the communal aspect of being with friends at the campfire.
My dogs a-barking
Referring to the singer's dogs making noise, adding to the atmosphere.
And my lawn is mowed
A casual mention of the singer's well-maintained lawn.
Lord, this is heaven
Describing the current situation as heavenly.
Let the whiskey flow
Expressing a desire to let the whiskey flow, suggesting a laid-back and enjoyable time.
Lord this is heaven
Reiteration of the desire for a carefree and enjoyable time with whiskey flowing.
Let the whiskey flow
-She had Zach Brown on the radio
Recalling a past experience with someone listening to Zach Brown on the radio, with a hint of nostalgia and distance.
At my river house not long ago
-I found myself a bit messed up
-They still tease me about it now
-In her knee high boots we do-see-doe'd
-The sun went down and the rooster crowed
-Zach's still on the radio
-But she's halfway across town
-Every heartache has got a name
Reflection on heartaches having identifiable sources.
It's getting late, I should go to bed
Repetition of the desire for a carefree time, emphasizing the heavenly feeling with friends and whiskey.
But I'm round the campfire
-With all my friends
-My dogs a-barking
-And my lawn is mowed
-Lord, this is heaven
-Let the whiskey flow
-Lord this is heaven
-Let the whiskey flow
-Met a red headed devil at the county fair
Narrating an encounter at the county fair, involving risky behavior and potential consequences.
Road a cloud of dust straight out of there
-Sitting ducks foolin' round arm in arm
-In the bed of my truck on her daddies farm
-Corn kicked up and it aint the breeze
-Looking every which way couldn't find my keys
-Stark naked thinking girl what have you done
-As I'm staring down the barrel of the sheriffs gun
-Every heartache has got a face
Continuation of the theme of heartaches having identifiable faces.
It's getting late, I should go to bed
Reiteration of the desire for a carefree and enjoyable time with friends and whiskey.
But I'm round the campfire
-With all my friends
-My dogs a-barking
-And my lawn is mowed
-Lord, this is heaven
-Let the whiskey flow
-Lord this is heaven
-Let the whiskey flow
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