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Brandon Rhyder Old Red Door

, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door Singing come on, singing come, come on through that old red door

here before Laughin', singin', whiskey drinkin', driftin' troubadors Livin' like its always friday night Behind that old red door Singing c'mon, singing c'mon though that old red door