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