[Verse 1] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2] Cellphone buzzin' up on the dash Baby sayin',”Boy where you at?” Goodyears hummin' down the road to her place And that whiskey whisper says”pull it over” Sound of that gravel when you hit the shoulder Chest poundin' like that Chevy V8
[Chorus] 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
[Pre-Chorus] That five o'clock whistle screaming Sunday morning church bells ringing
[Chorus] 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
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