| Three hundred days of traveling | 
| Pickin' music from the soul | 
| It’s a life that’s not for all | 
| But it’s the way we choose to go | 
| The rangers and the music | 
| Keep us runnin' to the stage | 
| And that blue moon keeps shinin' bright | 
| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night | 
| That sweet fiddle keeps on playin' | 
| And the sound’s intoxicatin' | 
| Banjo pickin' loud and clear | 
| It rings on through the night | 
| Load the bus with the band and biscuits | 
| Tell the folks about Martha White | 
| Everything’s gonna be alright | 
| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night | 
| A thousand miles of blacktop | 
| Many times just over night | 
| Writing songs and sharing stories | 
| It’s a different way of life | 
| There’s no other way of living | 
| We’ll keep rolling through the land | 
| With a song upon our hearts | 
| Till we join Heaven’s bluegrass band | 
| That sweet fiddle keeps on playin' | 
| And the sound’s intoxicatin' | 
| Banjo pickin' loud and clear | 
| It rings on through the night | 
| Load the bus with the band and biscuits | 
| Tell the folks about Martha White | 
| Everything’s gonna be alright | 
| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night | 
| Hunter’s fiddle keeps on playin' | 
| And the sound’s intoxicatin' | 
| Big K pickin' loud and clear | 
| It rings on through the night | 
| Josh and Mickey keep on singin' | 
| Listen to them harmonize | 
| Special thanks to Martha White | 
| For a bluegrass Saturday night | 
| Hey Augie take me back to Nashville | 
| Time to hold my baby tight | 
| Everybody sat goodbye | 
| To a bluegrass Saturday night |