Lyrics

Well, the moon was high and the fire was low,
Clothes started droppin’ like fresh-fallin’ snow.
Aunt Sue winked, Cousin Joe grinned,
Lord have mercy—it was 'bout to begin.
Whiskey poured and hands got bold,
Skin got sticky, stories got told.
Pa said, “Hell, let’s make it a night!”
Then Mama moaned, “Y’all best hold tight.”
Uncle Buck strummed his old guitar,
Cousin May climbed right on the bar.
Sis was grindin’, boots kicked high,
Grandma Sue let out a sigh.
Lips were crashin’, hips got hot,
Somebody’s britches tied up in a knot.
Hands were roamin’, buttons were gone,
Lord almighty, this ain't just wrong—
This here’s a sin-soaked, backwoods dream,
A honky-tonk hoedown full of steam.
A red-hot mess of sweat and sin,
Bodies tangled, skin on skin.
Moans like howls in the midnight air,
Shadows dancin’ everywhere.
The whiskey burned, the fever rose,
Hell, even Granny took off her clothes!
A night so wild, so sinful, so deep,
A memory burnin’ we’ll never repeat—
Or maybe we will, ‘cause Lord knows best,
Family sticks close… ‘specially undressed.