Down on the Floor
Alex Wilson
Description
"Down on the Floor" is a high-energy, modern honky-tonk anthem celebrating the release and camaraderie found in a rowdy Friday night at the local dive bar. It paints a vivid picture of hard-working folks letting loose, fueled by cheap beer, twangy guitars, and the infectious rhythm of a fiddle-driven two-step. The song captures the universal desire to escape daily troubles and embrace the simple joy of dancing and connection, all under the glow of a faded disco ball and the roar of a happy crowd.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clocked out at five, dirt still on my hands This whole long week’s been full of other people's plans Got a paycheck folded in my denim shirt Time to wash away a little bit of this workin' hurt The neon’s buzzin' like a honey bee And that jukebox is preachin' right to me [Chorus] Yeah, the fiddle’s on fire, the beer is ice cold Got a story tonight that’s waitin' to be told Leave your worries and your troubles at the door Grab a somebody, get your boots down on the floor Yeah, down on the floor, let the sawdust fly Underneath that cheap disco ball sky [Verse 2] There’s a girl in the corner with a dangerous grin Tappin' her boot like she’s wonderin' where I’ve been She catches my eye and she raises her glass I’m thinkin' this good time is built to last The bartender’s smilin', pourin' out the well Tonight’s got a secret it ain’t gonna tell [Chorus] 'Cause the fiddle’s on fire, the beer is ice cold Got a story tonight that’s waitin' to be told Leave your worries and your troubles at the door Grab a somebody, get your boots down on the floor Yeah, down on the floor, let the sawdust fly Underneath that cheap disco ball sky [Bridge] Monday’s a rumor, Sunday’s a prayer But right here tonight, we ain’t got a care Just the beat of the drum and a thumping bass line Losing our minds, one two-step at a time [Guitar Solo] (Telecaster lead with fiddle fills; classic honky-tonk phrasing) [Chorus] Yeah, the fiddle’s on fire, the beer is ice cold Got a story tonight that’s better than gold Leave your worries and your troubles at the door Grab that somebody, get your boots down on the floor Yeah, down on the floor, let the sawdust fly Underneath that cheap disco ball sky [Outro] Yeah, down on the floor! (Come on now!) Get on down on the floor! (Fade out with fiddle flourish and crowd noise)