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 a 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 and blue collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)

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

Heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumpin' like a freight train
Runnin' through these red, white and blue collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)

That five o'clock whistle screaming
Sunday morning church bells ringing
(Heartbeat of a)

(Small town) heartbeat of a small town
Soundtrack to a sundown
Pumpin' like a freight train
Runnin' through these red, white and blue collar veins
Southern wind blowin' through pine trees
Coke can poppin' in the backseat
Nothing like that middle-of-nowhere sound
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)

Heartbeat of a small town (small town)
Heartbeat of a small town (small town)