[Verse 1] Five o'clock, gravel lot, smoke curling off the grate Coolers full of cold ones, everybody running late Venison back straps sizzling, deer burgers on the flame Dove poppers wrapped in bacon, and nobody's counting plates [Pre-Chorus] The band trailer's humming, the parking lot's alive By kickoff, this whole county's gonna turn it up tonight [Chorus] Small Town Friday Night, fire in the parking lot Home team on the field and the whole place's getting hot Mama's in the bleachers, talking trash to the coach Back-up quarterback's mom is three beers past composed Dads are swapping glory days, laughing like they're twenty-five Small Town Friday Night, that's how we come alive [Verse 2] She points down at the sideline, says, "Coach, you better throw!" Then she spills her drink on somebody she used to know Her boy's holding a clipboard, trying hard to disappear She yells, "Put my baby in!" and the whole row starts to cheer [Pre-Chorus] The old crew's by the fence line, telling stories big and tall About Friday nights and busted knees and winning it all [Chorus] Small Town Friday Night, fire in the parking lot Home team on the field and the whole place's getting hot Mama's in the bleachers, talking trash to the coach Back-up quarterback's mom is three beers past composed Dads are swapping glory days, laughing like they're twenty-five Small Town Friday Night, that's how we come alive [Bridge] One dad says, "I scored three touchdowns back in '99" The next one says, "You dropped the pass that would've won the drive" They clink their cans and make peace, like they always do Then somebody hollers, "Who wants another popper or two?" [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Small Town Friday Night, fire in the parking lot Home team on the field and the whole place's getting hot Mama's still up yelling, "Coach, what was that call?" The dads are singing old songs underneath the stadium wall From the grill smoke to the goal line, every heart is beating right Small Town Friday Night, yeah, we own this Friday night [Outro] Small town, big noise, coolers running dry See you next Friday, same place, same sky
