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 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-'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

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-'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

That five o'clock whistle screaming

Sunday morning churchbells 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-'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

Heartbeat of a small town

Heartbeat of a small town