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?"