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 a 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 and blue collar veins
 Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
 Coke can poppin' in the backseat
 Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
 Heartbeat of a small town (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 and blue collar veins
 Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
 Coke can poppin' in the backseat
 Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
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 That five o'clock whistle screaming
 Sunday morning church bells ringing
 (Heartbeat of a)
 (Small town) heartbeat of a small town
 Soundtrack to a sundown
 Pumpin' like a freight train
 Runnin' through these red, white and blue collar veins
 Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
 Coke can poppin' in the backseat
 Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
 Heartbeat of a small town (small town)