On Saturday night when our work is done,
We load our music up on the run.
Heavy traffic ahead, heavy traffic ahead,
We gotta ramble, ramble, there's heavy traffic ahead.
We pulled out of Nashville right on time,
The "Bluegrass Special" heads down the line.
We travel around from state to state,
The "Bluegrass Boys" are never late.
Late in evening about sundown,
You know we've come to some other town.
We do our work with the good will,
On Friday night we head for Nashville.
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