Turn It Up, Let the Whole Night Sing - Maggie's Map

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Maggie found a map in a cereal box

Pinned it to the wall beside her old blue socks

It promised buried treasure past the county line

She called her cousin Ray and said, tonight we shine

Ray brought a flashlight, Maggie brought a pie

Their dog named Pickle wore a bandana tie

They borrowed Uncle Lou's rusty pickup truck

The radio played loud and the engine coughed for luck

Down the gravel road, past the water tower bend

Every wrong turn somehow felt like a friend

The moon sat low above the weak gold ground

And pickled bark whenever treasure might be found

We're chasing a gold star painted on a paper sky

Laughing at the wrong roads, waving every mile goodbye

If the treasure's just a story, that's all right with me

You and me and pick a wild as we can be

Hey, hey, turn it up, let the whole night sing

A little bit of nowhere can be everything

They found an old barn leaning like a tired old man

With a red door swinging in the midnight wind

Maggie read the riddle where the three trees meet

Ray said that could be anywhere and fell into a creek

His boots came off, his flashlight floated downstream

Pickle stole the pie and ruined Maggie's scheme

They laughed until their stomachs hurt beneath the stars

Then spotted three tall silos shining like guitars

Past the fence line, through the clover patch

A rusty little shovel made a hopeful scratch

The earth was hard, but nobody complained

They dug beside a weathered sign from an old forgotten train

We're chasing a gold star painted on a paper sky

Laughing at the wrong roads, waving every mile goodbye

If the treasure's just a story, that's alright with me

You and me and pickle wild as we can be

Hey, hey, turn it up, let the whole night sing

A little bit of nowhere can be everything

At the bottom of the hole was a wooden box

Inside three silver buttons and a letter with a lock

It said the richest roads are never straight or planned

Keep good friends beside you

And a little dirt on your hands

Morning found them sleeping in the pickup bed

With Pickle on Ray's jacket and Maggie's map overhead

They drove back home with muddy tires and pride

Uncle Lou just grinned and asked who took his ride

We chased a gold star painted on a paper sky

Found a box of old buttons and a reason why

The treasure was a detour, the joke, the open road

The people you can call when the night gets cold

Hey, hey, turn it up, let the whole town sing

A little bit of nowhere can be everything

Hey, hey, turn it up, let the whole world sing

A little bit of nowhere can be everything

Mmm, Maggie kept the buttons and a jar beside her bed

Ray kept the map, though the ink had mostly bled

And Pickle kept the band and a crowd as any king

Whenever summer came around, they'd go and chase a thing

Mmm