Verse 1
Dust on our ankles from the market square
Sweet guava juice and the humid air
You shake the brass bells fastened at your waist
Nothing to chase, not a second to waste
The sun dips low turning copper to rust
Kicking our troubles straight into the dust
Pre-Chorus
Hear that rhythm rising in the street?
Can you feel the fever at our feet?
Tell me who could ever look away?
Chorus
Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard
Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard
Barefoot summers turning into gold
Never gonna feel the world get cold
Catch the music from a passing car
Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard
Verse 2
Ripping fresh figs from a woven tray
Washing the salt of the heat away
You lean right in with that easy grin
Letting the warm evening breeze rush in
A bead of amber swinging on your chest
Tonight is the night that we love the best
Pre-Chorus
Hear that rhythm rising in the street?
Can you feel the fever at our feet?
Tell me who could ever look away?
Chorus
Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard
Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard
Barefoot summers turning into gold
Never gonna feel the world get cold
Catch the music from a passing car
Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard
Bridge
The years might pull the colors from the town
The rain might wash the heavy dust back down
But right now, right here, the earth is ours
Spinning underneath a crown of stars
Chorus
Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard
Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard
Barefoot summers turning into gold
Never gonna feel the world get cold
Catch the music from a passing car
Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard
