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Old Red Door Lyrics - Singles - Brandon Rhyder

I never want this night to end 

Sitting here hanging out, with all of my friends 

Telling stories, too many secrets for one man to hold 

Catching up on our lives, out on the road 

I came in on a red eye from Austin 

Jackie rode his bus in, straight from Los Angeles 

Brady said they got busted, and it really cost them 

They'll probably never go back, to Charleston again 

 

Singing come on, singing come on, through that old red door 

You know they've seen the likes of us, coming in here before 

Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours 

Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door 

 

Bobby just found out that Shelly left him 

She said she couldn't stand how he was, never around 

He always played his cards, before he read them 

Well he just laughed it off, and brought the whole damn house a round 

 

Singing come, singing come on, through that old red door 

You know they've seen the likes of us, cming in here before 

Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours 

Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door 

 

The sun is starting to peek in, through the window 

Dominoes are face down, just like Charlie is gain 

My sides are aching, from all the bad jokes 

It's the kind of night that you never want to end 

 

Singing come on, singing come on, through that old red door 

You know they've seen the likes of us, coming in here before 

Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours 

Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door 

 

Singing come on, singing come, come on through that old red door 

You know they've seen the likes of us coming in here before 

Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours 

Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door. 

Yeah we're living like its always Friday night, behind that old red door 

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