When The Strings Begin To Sing

            The Kitchen Parties On

Four guitars, three mandolins,

Bass player and fiddle that’s for sure

Jamming bluegrass in a country kitchen

Our feet pounding shakes the floor

On the stove a pot of lighting chili

A pot of seafood chowder too

A good old meat pie in the oven

There’s plenty there for me and you

There’s booze and bologna on the table

There’s beer cooling in the snow out back

Traveling Blue Grass band is hot tonight

And that’s a Nova Scotia fact

The Acadians are hot and happy

So fill of love of Friday night

The songs are heard for miles around

It’s a Norman Rockwell sight

Another maritime country party

Like the kind from grandpa’s days

Everyone here is just a having fun

In so many different ways

The young, the old the in between

All feel right at home it's clear
Come on home and join us friends
You know everyone’s welcome here