September sun falling out of the sky
Getting out the way for a Friday night
Check the review one last time
Make sure the bill on your cab's been right
Put twenty bucks of eighty-seven in your truck
And hide your Copenhagen can for your picker-up
Your small-town smile makes you fall in love
Like it always does
Cause round here is our country of the speakers
Red and white gold eagles on the t-shirt
Yes sir, yes ma'am to the teachers
Feel gold flies right through the cedars
Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers
And names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots and the bleachers
Later on in the field on the edge of town
There's gonna be a fire to circle round
Proudly a six-string boy on a tailgate
A pair of blue eyes begging for some joy straight
He throws his jacket over his shoulder
As she slides closer
Round here is our country of the speakers
Red and white gold eagles on the t-shirt
Yes sir, yes ma'am to the teachers
Feel gold flies right through the cedars
Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers and names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers





Falling for them boots and the bleachers
There boots and the bleachers
Curl up cause that's what time does
But Friday nights will always remind us
The games we played, the whole crowd behind us
And there's a thousand others out there
Town's just like a
Round here it's all country on the speakers
Red and white gold eagles on the t-shirt
Yes sir, yes ma'am, just the teachers
Feel gold flies through the cedars
Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers and names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed up sneakers
Falling for them boots and the bleachers
Falling for them boots and the bleachers