High Country Rave Mix

Neon stars on the mountain's face,

Boots stompin' in a wild, fast pace,

The bonfire's burnin', the moon's in flight,

We're dancing through the hills tonight.

Raise your hands to the open sky,

Feel the beat as the echoes fly.

It's a high country rave, let the rhythm flow,

From the peaks to the holler, let the basslines go.

Fiddle's on fire, banjo's in the air,

We're alive, we're wild, we're everywhere.

Whiskey jars on a makeshift bar,

Trucks parked tight, we’ve come this far.

Electric strings hum with a country twang,

High and low, hear the mountains sang.

Raise your hands to the open sky,

Feel the beat as the echoes fly.

It's a high country rave, let the rhythm flow,

From the peaks to the holler, let the basslines go.

Fiddle's on fire, banjo's in the air,

We're alive, we're wild, we're everywhere.