Lyrics Til the Last Whistle Blows (From "The Last Whistle") - Pat Green

Til the Last Whistle Blows (From "The Last Whistle")

Fieldhouse was alive
Heavy metal and slammin' weights
It’s the price of the prize
And the part of your soul
That you have to pay
Two a days in the Texas sun
Forget about the girl
That’s over and done
I hated to watch her walk away
But it’s time to play
It’s time to play
In our town
The field was sacred ground
Friday night was the show
The lights were on, everybody goes
In our town
We give 'em hell on every down
We play hard, everybody knows
You give it all
Til the last whistle blows
When you’re all in
Take care of one another
The roll of the dice, sacrifice
And lay it on the line for your brother
And it feels good
And you’re never gonna grow old
Life flies by at the speed of sound
Don’t you know that’s the way it goes
In our town
The field was sacred ground
Friday night was the show
The lights were on, everybody goes
In our town
We give 'em hell on every down
We play hard, everybody knows
You give it all
Til the last whistle blows
'Cause Friday night lights are still shinin'
And maybe it’s time to let 'em go
They say you can’t take it with you but they’re lying
Those days are mine
Til the last whistle blows
In our town
The field was sacred ground
Friday night was the show
The lights were on, everybody goes
In our town
We give 'em hell on every down
We play hard, everybody knows
You give it all
Til the last whistle blows