The stories behind Opening Day

• Banjo Rolls and Rapid Wrenches on Opening Day — Take B delivers high-velocity bluegrass rock fueled by rapid banjo picking and punchy fiddle breaks that capture hospital weekend frenzy.
• Holding Down the Hospital on Opening Day — When deer season empties the staff roster, solitary hospital technicians keep emergency imaging and dialysis operational.

Lyrics

Second Saturday in November,

hospital parking lot is completely empty,

ain't nobody here but

me and the machine,

get her done!

Half past five and the fog's on the ridge

Half the county's sittin' by the

Gascony Bridge

Doctors in tree stands, nurses in blinds

Not a single soul workin' with hospital minds

Except for this boy in my blaze orange vest

Coverin' 30 -odd more is all request

Dialysis room through an alarm upon three

While my trail cam's buzzin' with an eight -point from me

Ranchin' my left hand, four to my right

Checkin' on the buck while I tighten the pie

Got 24 hours to hold down the fart

Find this Biomed in the

Southern Transport

Openin' day in the

Missouri woods While the

Biomed squad delivers the goods

Runnin' down the hallways and huntin' loose fast

Gets a never -get -it before

Sunday has plans Bad

Joe Rose, fiddle roars

Keepin' all the pressure on the hospital door

Gee -haw, pull the lever, pull down the strut

Hope the big buck doesn't run through the cut

Replace the O -ring on the dial, the state line

Checked on pump four and she's purring real fine

They all called down,

Billy, we got a call

The hunter fell out of his tree on

Pine Road

I fired up the

X -ray, calibrated the tray

Had a spoken call, the bone patched by midday

He looked at my camel hat, gave me a wink

Did you see that big buck down by

Cedar Creek Sink? Opening day in the

Missouri woods While the pound went wide, deliver some goods

Runnin' down the hallways and huntin' through fast picks

And never get it before somebody has passed

Man, Joe Rose, little

Rose Keepin' all the pressure on my hospital doors

He's off on the lever, pullin' down the strut

Hope the big buck doesn't run through the cut

Shift ends at dusk

I'm heading for the timber

Save a deer for me, boys

Yeah