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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Alright Yeah, it's been a bumpy road Rollercoasters high and low We'll fill the tank and drive the car Pedal fast, pedal hard You won't have to go that far You wanna give up 'cause it's dark We're really not that far apart So let your heart, sweetheart Be your compass when you're lost And you should follow it wherever it may go When it's all said and done You can walk instead of run 'Cause no matter what, you'll never be alone Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) Forgot directions on your way Don't close your eyes, don't be afraid We might be crazy late at night I can't wait 'til you arrive Follow stars, you'll be alright You wanna give up 'cause it's dark, hey We're really not that far apart So let your heart, sweetheart Be your compass when you're lost And you should follow it wherever it may go When it's all said and done You can walk instead of run 'Cause no matter what, you'll never be alone Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) You wanna give up 'cause it's dark We're really not that far apart So let your heart, sweetheart Be your compass when you're lost And you should follow it wherever it may go When it's all said and done You can walk instead of run 'Cause no matter what, you'll never be alone Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) Never be alone (oh-oh-oh) When it's all said and done You can walk instead of run 'Cause no matter what, you'll never be alone

Aw We gon' do this thing? Well, c'mon on then, uh River road Chevy van Cherry classic Coke can rolling on the floorboard Fleetwood, Macklemore, coming out the speakers Spilling on the t-shirts Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers Creek bank, tire swing, peeling off her blue jeans Skinny deep, sugar, fish a couple of new things Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing, "Hey, hey, hey" We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle, uh Summer jam mixtape, Vodka and a lemonade Alright, alright, like McConaughey White vinyl, Gypsy revival Traveling through the middle of the Belt of the Bible Hula girl, grass skirt, shaking on the dashboard Where we're going we don't need no passport Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing "Hey, hey, hey" We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance But we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands Countin' stars and countin' cars And just countin' miles Doin' it freestyle You style, me style Ain't got nowhere to be, child Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing, "Hey, hey, hey", yeah We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle

I could hear it through the line I could tell from the crack in her voice The static, the noise There's leaving on her mind But when it comes to you I'll do whatever I gotta do I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man, I wish that I could fly this thing Give a little more gas, a little more speed This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough I could use a drink right now I've got my head in the clouds, thinking about Second that the wheels touch down And my feet hit the ground and run to your house I'll knock on the door, kiss you right on the mouth This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty-three Man, I wish that I could fly this thing Give a little more gas, just a little more speed This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This 747 747 This 747 can't go fast enough, fast enough