You might think it's a one-horse townNo traffic lights, one roundaboutBecky runs the corner shopShuts the door at five o'clockYou might think this town is deadCause we ain't got no drive-thru yetOur one garage don't open nightsThe truckies, they just roll on byDown the road at the Grand HotelSaturday nights are as hot as hellAnd the band plays, cold beer flowsStomp the floor, empty and still clothesComes alive when the sun goes downCountry boys and girls get loudBilly Ray, he owns the GrandHe's filled the fridge, he's booked the bandSix o'clock, he preps the troopsCause eight o'clock, all hell breaks looseAnd the band plays, cold beer flowsStomp the floor, empty and still clothesComes alive when the sun goes downCountry boys and girls get loudIt's four o'clock in the afternoonStomp the floor, empty and still clothesLocals know what's coming soonFrom the west there's a cloud of dustThey're coming in, they're coming fastDamn blaze, cold beer flowsStomp the floor and dance too closeComes alive when the sun goes downCountry boys and girls get loudDamn blaze, cold beer flowsStomp the floor and dance too closeComes alive when the sun goes downCountry boys and girls get loudDamn blaze, cold beer flowsStomp the floor and dance too closeComes alive when the sun goes downCountry boys and girls get loudDamn blaze, cold beer flows