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)