Digital Bros Studios - Tuesday Wing Night Lyrics

Down by the river, where the fireflies glow
There's a little ol' joint called the Chicken Wing Depot
Every Tuesday night, it's the place to be
Grab a cold beer and some wings, come and join the spree
The jukebox playin' them old country tunes

The smell of fried chicken waftin' through the room
Take a seat at the bar, order up a plate
Them crispy golden wings, you just can't wait

Tuesday wing night, it's the place to be
Messy fingers and smiles, yeah, you're feelin' free
Sauce runnin' down your chin, no cares at all
There's magic in them wings on a Tuesday night crawl

Down by the trees, where the cool breeze blows
You can hear the laughter, that's how the night goes
Folks gather 'round, stories start to spin
With every bite of those wings, the fun begins

Tuesday wing night, it's the place to be
Messy fingers and smiles, yeah, you're feelin' free
Sauce runnin' down your chin, no cares at all
There's magic in them wings on a Tuesday night crawl

The sun's settin' low, but the night's still young
With every bite, you're feelin' more undone
You're sittin' by your friends, the fire burnin' bright
A little country magic in the cool, clear night

Tuesday wing night, it's the place to be
Messy fingers and smiles, yeah, you're feelin' free
Sauce runnin' down your chin, no cares at all
There's magic in them wings on a Tuesday night crawl

Under the stars, with the moon hangin' high
You hear the clink of glasses, and the hours fly by
Friends swayin' slow to a tune so sweet
Nothin' like these moments, makes life complete

Down by the river, where the nights feel right
The Chicken Wing Depot lights up every Tuesday night
With a beer in hand and your heart feelin' light
You'll be back again, come next Tuesday night