Band singing and reminiscing of Wagon Yard, laughter all
around, a private joke of its musical family until the
new owner fired our favorite band.
We all up and left Wagon Yard looking for another place
to go and listen to our favorite band, staying together
friends turned into one big happy family.
Living in rhythms that continue to resound and vibrate
within each of us, enjoying the beauty of being together
in musical rhythms in a new country-western atmosphere.
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