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Backstory:

Written specifically for Kenny Chesney about the loss of Brett James. Demo done in Suno but lyrics and melody are ours.                                                             

Lyrics:

                                                  
After Party
(Writers: Claire Bunnik, Linda Moroziuk, Erica Ellis)

(Verse 1)
They’ve got your first six string sitting up at the front
Beside that picture of you I love 
There ain’t an inch of space left in this room 
And the line out the door is for you

(Pre-chorus)
I’ve got a shot glass in the pocket of this black suit
When the sun goes down I’ll be raising it up to you

(Chorus)
You’re prob’ly sittin’ back on heaven’s beach
Feet up, laughin’, underneath a palm tree
Throwin em back on the sunniest cloud
‘Cause when you don’t get another time around… 
You soak it up, spread the love, live the dream, and find your peace
My old friend , would ya save me a seat
At the After Party

(Verse 2)
I bet you’re tellin ’em stories that we all miss
Bout the things that we did just to say we did
Bet you went out last night to set your soul free
Makin the most outta reality 

(Chorus)
You’re prob’ly sittin’ back on heaven’s beach
Feet up, laughin’, underneath a palm tree
Throwin em back on the sunniest cloud
‘Cause when you don’t get another time around… 
You soak it up, spread the love, live the dream, and find your peace
My old friend, would ya save me a seat
At the After Party

(Bridge)
They say, “Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to go now”
With you up there I won’t worry when my time comes around
Knowing you…

(Outro Chorus)
You’re prob’ly sittin’ back on heaven’s beach
Feet up, laughin’, underneath a palm tree
Throwin em back on the sunniest cloud
‘Cause when you don’t get another time around… 
You pour the rum, fill your cup, till we meet, you’ll always be…
My old friend - so save me a seat
At the After Party