Z's Iron Post Fireworks

Lyrics

CHORUS Light 'em up at Z's Iron Post Fireworks, Red, white, blue in that velvet dark. Neighbors in lawn chairs, hands on hearts, First rocket climbs and everybody sparks. Momma leans back with a tear in her eye, We count to three and paint the sky. Light 'em up, let the whole block sing, At Z's Iron Post on the Fourth of July. Verse 1 Gravel turns to dust on Iron Post Road, Fourth of July, her favorite, Momma's in full mode. Flag on the porch, she's up before dawn, Country quiet, just a meadowlark song. No city lights for twenty miles around, She smiles and says, "boy, listen for that sound." Verse 2 Two hundred fifty summers since '76, Farmers, teachers, kids with skinned-up kicks. We ain't perfect but we're still here, Still chasing freedom year after year. We go all out from the first spark to the boom, 'Cause we found our home in a loud backyard tune. CHORUS Light 'em up at Z's Iron Post Fireworks, Red, white, blue in that velvet dark. Neighbors in lawn chairs, hands on hearts, First rocket climbs and everybody sparks. Momma leans back with a tear in her eye, We count to three and paint the sky. Light 'em up, let the whole block sing, At Z's Iron Post on the Fourth of July. Verse 3 She's waited all year for this one night, Says the pops and whistles make everything right. No fancy lake, no big-city show, Just a pasture, a road, and the folks we know. She taught us loud don't have to mean mean, Sometimes loud just means we're free. Verse 4 Headlights line up down Iron Post slow, Trucks in the ditch where the wild rye grows. Whole neighborhood comes for the show we throw, Family and friends spread out cross the front yard row. Blankets on the grass, country-wide ground, Whole county goes quiet when Momma walks around. CHORUS Light 'em up at Z's Iron Post Fireworks, Red, white, blue in that velvet dark. Neighbors in lawn chairs, hands on hearts, First rocket climbs and everybody sparks. Momma leans back with a tear in her eye, We count to three and paint the sky. Light 'em up, let the whole block sing, At Z's Iron Post on the Fourth of July. Verse 5 Little ones with popsicles stained blue, "How high you think that one flew?" Grandpa says, "son, higher than I jumped in '65," We laugh 'cause we know that story's still alive. It ain't about the boom, it's who you're beside, We're tryin' to make this the best one yet on the county line. Verse 6 Two-fifty candles on a cake so wide, Every state, every story, every small-town pride. We thank the ones who lit the fuse before, And the mommas who still save a chair for more. If freedom's a song, let it ring true, From Iron Post, Oklahoma, straight to you. FINAL CHORUS — everybody Light 'em up at Z's Iron Post Fireworks, Red, white, blue in that velvet dark. Neighbors in lawn chairs, hands on hearts, Last shell falls and nobody parts. OUTRO So Momma, this one's for you, We strike the match 'cause you taught us to. One more spark down Iron Post Road, Thank God we're home, thank God we're close