Heartbeat Of A Small Town

Friday night, home team, marching band
Whole crowd stomping in the stands
You can hear them pads popping a mile away
Just down the road there’s Kenwood sub
Shaking the door of a black half-ton
Can’t hear the words, but you can feel that bass
Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumpin' like a freight train
Runnin' through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothin' like that middle of nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town
Cellphone buzzin' up on the dash
Baby sayin',"Boy where you at?"
Goodyears hummin' down the road to her place
And that whiskey whisper says"pull it over"
Sound of that gravel when you hit the shoulder
Chest poundin' like that Chevy V8
Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumpin' like a freight train
Runnin' through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothin' like that middle of nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town
That five o’clock whistle screaming
Sunday morning church bells ringing
Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumpin' like a freight train
Runnin' through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothin' like that middle of nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town