Backyard Shed

Boogie in the backyard shed

Foldin' dreams in a lawn-chair bed

Screen door squeak when he steps right in

Ash in the jar and a grin on skin

Rust on the hinge, cedar on the wall

Lean on the rake when the night gets tall

Puff drift slow through the slats and seams

He talk big talk with a pocket full of schemes

One more breath, let it roll

Backyard heat in a little tin hole

Sun gone down and the bugs go wild

Boogie in the shed got a slick-mouth smile

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Backyard smoke and a head full of lead

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Screen door groan and the night goes red

He got old tools hangin' over the broom

Red solo cup and a bent-up spoon

Laugh too loud at a joke he made

County fair lights in a cut-up shade

Neighbor dogs bark, he don't even flinch

Clock tick slow, but he never feel the pinch

Summer sweat on a wood-plank seat

Talk like a king with a chipped white tee

One more breath, let it roll

Backyard heat in a little tin hole

Sun gone down and the bugs go wild

Boogie in the shed got a slick-mouth smile

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Backyard smoke and a head full of lead

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Screen door groan and the night goes red

He say, "Don't call me late"

When the crickets start to rate

That little shed on the edge of the yard

Turn a rough night into something hard

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Backyard smoke and a head full of lead

Boogie in the shed

Boogie in the shed

Screen door groan and the night goes red