[Intro]
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Firelight flicker on a cold dark plain,
Ain’t nobody here lookin’ quite the same.
Some lost kingdoms, some lost names,
Some just runnin’ from old pain.
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[Verse 1]
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Got a one-eyed warrior from the northern snow,
A desert rider from the dunes below.
Me, I’m a Cajun from the blackwater side,
Still got Louisiana in my stride.
Pass the jug and let the stories flow,
Every scar got a tale to tell.
The night gets lighter when the laughter rolls,
Even in a place that feels like hell.
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[Hook]
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Firelight and frottoirs, boots beatin’ time,
Singin’ old songs while the stars shine bright.
Firelight and frottoirs, let the good times roll,
For one little night we forget the cold.
Firelight and frottoirs, hear that fiddle cry,
Makes an exile feel a little less alone tonight.
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[Verse 2]
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I miss the swamp and the warm night air,
The sound of frogs singin’ everywhere.
Miss the old folks sittin’ on the porch,
Tellin’ stories while the lanterns burned.
But tonight these strangers feel like kin,
Bound together by the fights we’ve been in.
And every time that accordion moans,
It almost sounds like home.
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[Bridge]
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Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Let the drums and the fiddle meet.
Raise your cup, raise it high,
Ain’t no promise we’ll see sunrise.
Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Let the drums and the fiddle meet.
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[Final Hook]
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Firelight and frottoirs, boots beatin’ time,
Singin’ old songs while the stars shine bright.
Firelight and frottoirs, let the good times roll,
For one little night we forget the cold.
Firelight and frottoirs, hear that fiddle cry,
Makes an exile feel a little less alone tonight.
Yeah, a little less alone tonight.
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[Outro]
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When the fire burns low and the stories end,
We’ll march tomorrow, but tonight we’re friends.
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[Accordion and fiddle trade a final joyful run as the campfire crackles]
