Friday Night

This city's looking like a ghost town. All the stores downtown, they been closing down. Nearly all the lights that shine for miles are Lighting up the sky above Memorial Drive. And if you want a seat, you better come On down. That's when the band fires up that Old Glory Sound. It's the moment we've all been waiting for. They're lining them up, and the whistle blows. This ain't no game 'round here. It's more like religion. And we built this thing right here of football Tradition. So everybody get up And feast your eyes on the highlights of small Town life. It's Friday night. And winning state would be a miracle. But man, we did it back in '54. And if the Baptist church prays Sunday morning, We might just stand a chance with the help Of the Lord. This ain't no game 'round here. It's more like religion. And we built this thing right here of football Tradition. So everybody get up and feast your eyes on The highlights of small town life. It's Friday night. Now the stadium is quiet. Standing here alone at Ole Soul fifty yard line. If I listen close, I can hear battle cries Of all the heroes come and gone before I Was alive. Memories of fourth and three. Now that rival game is coming back to me. It meant more than a big state ring. If we could do it again, it'd never be The same. Remember the lights and the butterflies, Giving it all just one last time 'cause heroes Are remembered, but Dragons never die. This ain't no game 'round here. It's more like religion. And we built this thing right here of football Tradition. So everybody get up and feast your eyes on The highlights of small town life. It's Friday night. Come on.