Lyrics

Underneath the Stars

When I was young, my mom and dad, and all us kids, would all climb in, to Dad’s Fairlane and we’d drive away
To a little town in Iowa, where I was born, and dad was raised
To the town bazaar we came, every Labor Day.

They closed main street down, strung up low lights all around
They had pony rides, a magic show, but most divine.
Was the open aired old dancehall
The sound of the pedal steel guitar,
and my mom and daddy, two steppin’, underneath the stars

There was a big striped tent, with a homemade bar, made of fresh cut pine, and bales of straw,
where you could buy, the best hamburger of your life
My aunt and uncle, Ray and Ida, always volunteered, serving ice cold beer.
They were the most popular couple there every year.

Then us kids would run, back up to the hill for fun
Right on through the door, we’d slide across that sawdusty old dancefloor,
Then the band struck up another song, my folks fell into each other’s arms,
And there they were again, two steppin’, underneath the I stars.

Underneath the stars, underneath the stars
When your nine years old watching your mom and dad,
laugh and dance, a smile grows deep down in your heart

The band would play a final waltz, a sign to us, another Labor Day
was nearly done and gone, another year around the sun
As the band would play, we’d walk away, and make our way,
back to Dad’s, Ford Fairlane, the end of a happy day

Then one by one, we all climbed in and we all got snug
For the long ride home, we all dozed off, each and everyone
But we knew that we’d be back, next year to the town bazaar
And mom and daddy, would be two steppin, underneath the stars