Brantley Gilbert

Brantley Gilbert - Friday Night

rate me

This city's looking like a ghost town

All the stores downtown they've been closing down

Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles

Are lighting up the sky above memorial drive

And if you want a seat you better come on down

'Cause when the band fires up that old glory sound

This is the moment we've all been waiting for

Lining them up, and the whistle blows

This ain't no game around here

It's more like religion

We've built this thing 'round here

A football tradition

So everybody get up

And feast your eyes

On the highlight of small town life

It's Friday night

And winning state would be a miracle

Man, we did it back in '54

And if the baptist church prayed Sunday morning

We might just stand a chance with the help of the Lord

This is ain't no game around here

It's more like religion

We've built this thing right here

A football tradition

So, everybody get up

And feast your eyes

On the highlight of small town life

It's Friday night

And now the stadium's quiet

Standing here alone on this old 50 yard line

If I listen close i can hear battle cries

Of all the heroes come and gone before I was alive

The memories of fourth and three

Now that rival game is coming back to me

It meant more than a big state ring

If we could do it again it'd never be the same

Remember the lights and the butterflies

Giving it all just one last time

Because heroes are remembered but *dragons* never die

This is ain't no game around here

It's more like religion

We've built this thing right here

A football tradition

So, everybody get up

And feast your eyes

On the highlight of small town life

It's Friday night

come on

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