[Verse 1]
Jacob Spidel in a busted ball cap
Arc flash dancing in the old tin shack
Steel boots ringing on that concrete floor
Sparks in his eyes
Smoke under the door
[Chorus]
He’s a hometown hero raisin’ hell again
Burning rod
Cold beer
Couple rowdy friends
Chrome sky-high on that Silverado
’05 lifted like a damn tornado
From the weld shop heat to the gravel bar lights
Jacob Spidel owns these Friday nights
[Verse 2]
Clock-out whistle
Toss the gloves in back
Cooler full of longnecks sliding in the rack
Dust cloud rolling past the county line sign
Mud on the flares
But she still shines
[Chorus]
He’s a hometown hero raisin’ hell again
Burning rod
Cold beer
Couple rowdy friends
Chrome sky-high on that Silverado
’05 lifted like a damn tornado
From the weld shop heat to the gravel bar lights
Jacob Spidel owns these Friday nights
[Bridge]
His old man’s got every lake in sight
Keys to the water
To the weekend life
Come Saturday dawn
That Chevy’s pulling slow
Tackle in the bed
Coffee on the go (oh yeah)
[Verse 3]
Sunrise ripples on a glass-flat cove
Lines cast out where the bass boats roam
Jacob leans back in a ragged blue seat
Calloused hands finally feeling some peace
[Chorus]
He’s a hometown hero raisin’ hell again
Burning rod
Cold beer
Couple quiet friends
Chrome sky-high on that Silverado
’05 lifted like a damn tornado
From the weld shop heat to the lakeshore light
Jacob Spidel runs this whole damn life
[Outro]
Torch to the steel
Tire tracks in red clay
Fish on the stringer
Beers on a tailgate
This little town writes his name in smoke
Jacob Spidel is the hometown joke and the hometown hope