The 4th

Lyrics

Fireworks at Uncle Tony’s House Verse 1 Sun dropping low on a July evening sky, Coolers on the porch and the flags hanging high, Kids in the yard with sparklers in their hands, Music rolling loud across the neighborhood land. The grill’s still smoking as the laughter rolls out, Family showing up and the cousins all shout, You can hear the stories and the old jokes around, As the fireworks start shaking the ground. Chorus Down at Uncle Tony’s house on the Fourth of July, Watching red, white, and blue paint the sky, With Santos singing loud while the rockets climb high, Making memories that’ll never pass us by. Bonfires glowing and the night feels right, Friends and family underneath the summer night, From the first spark flying to the morning light, We’re celebrating freedom on the Fourth of July. Verse 2 Lawn chairs lined up down the driveway side, Kids chasing fireflies while the dogs run wild, The smell of barbecue drifting through the air, And for a little while there’s not a single care. Grandma’s laughing at a story she’s heard before, Someone starts dancing out across the floor, The music keeps rolling and nobody wants to leave, It’s the kind of night you wish you could freeze. Chorus Down at Uncle Tony’s house on the Fourth of July, Watching red, white, and blue paint the sky, With Santos singing loud while the rockets climb high, Making memories that’ll never pass us by. Bonfires glowing and the night feels right, Friends and family underneath the summer night, From the first spark flying to the morning light, We’re celebrating freedom on the Fourth of July. Bridge Tomorrow comes and life moves on again, But tonight we’re surrounded by family and friends, With every firework bursting over our heads, And every song becoming part of who we are. Final Chorus Down at Uncle Tony’s house on the Fourth of July, Santos raising his drink as the colors fill the sky, Everybody singing while the stars shine bright, Holding onto this perfect summer night. The fireworks fade but the feeling remains, Like an old guitar echoing across the plains, Here’s to the people and the memories we make, And the freedom we celebrate.