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 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
Pumping like a freight train
Running through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowing through pine trees
Coke can popping in the backseat
Nothing like that middle of nowhere sound

Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town

Cellphone buzzing up on the dash
Baby sayin',"Boy where you at?"
Goodyears humming down the road to her place
And that whiskey whisper says"pull it over"
Sound of that gravel when you hit the shoulder
Chest pounding like that Chevy V8

Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumping like a freight train
Running through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowing through pine trees
Coke can popping in the backseat
Nothing like that middle of nowhere sound

Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town

That five o'clock whistle screaming
Sunday morning church bells ringing

Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumping like a freight train
Running through these red-white-'n'-blue-collar veins
Southern wind blowing through pine trees
Coke can popping in the backseat
Nothing like that middle of nowhere sound

Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town

Heartbeat of a small town
Heartbeat of a small town