After Midnight (Nothing Good Happens)

Nothing good happens after midnight

Unless you’re pickin’ til dawn

And even then you lose

Time and sleep, you forget you gotta brush your teeth Just to pick a country song

Well, I’ve been here at this bluegrass festival since early this morning I’ve been standing on my feet and baking in the sun

Now that moon she is coming up from behind the treeline

And I guess it’s time to hit the hay, say my day is done

But oh, that late-night, good-time’s calling

Even though my eyelids wanna hit the floor

And my inner voice says “Let’s party!”

And that second wind cries out “Baby, it’s time for more”

    

Nothing good happens after midnight

Unless you’re pickin’ til dawn

And even then you lose

Time and sleep, you forget you gotta brush your teeth

Just to pick a country song

I might look back at this and grin or it’s all going to make me cringe But now I’ve got cold beer, right here

A fiddle right up to my ear, friends that play along

I hear laughter around the campfire and it’s calling me over There’s Petey on the guitar, Lord, he’s beginning to strum Dogs are burning on the grill, smells good but I’ve had enough And just when I turn to leave somebody hands me a bun

And oh, that late-night, good-time’s roaring

Even though my eyelids wanna hit the floor

And my inner voice says “Let’s party!”

And that second wind cries out “Baby, it’s time for more”

“Now on the guitar, Ethan Robbins”

“Hey look! Here comes Anh Phung!”

“Oh you know I gotta get in on this ... “

And oh, I guess I’ll see the morning

Even though I know that I’ll be sore

And my inner voice will say “Sorry”

But I know down the road that I will be back for more

Nothing good happens after midnight Unless you’re pickin’ til dawn

       

And even then you lose

Time and sleep, you forget you gotta brush your teeth

Skeeters start to eat your feet

Trying not to take a leak

Throwing up some midnight meat

Took some shrooms about to be

Hookin’ up with Dirty Pete

Just to pick a country song

I might look back at this and grin and they might call me “unhinged” But now I’ve got cold beer, right here

A fiddle right up to my ear, friends that play along

I’ve got cold beer, right here

A fiddle right up to my ear, friends that play along