Old Red Door | Brandon Rhyder

🎵 Old Red Door | Brandon Rhyder 🎵 - Length: 0:5:35

Old Red Door - Written by Brandon Rhyder Recorded Live October 5, 2023 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: 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, coming 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