Daddy’s old alarm clock rang before daylight,
Mama poured coffee while she fixed her hair just right.
We’d pile in the Chevy, same route every week,
Sunday mornin’ worship down on Maple Creek.
Preacher talkin’ hope, choir singin’ loud,
That little hometown faith always made us proud.
(Chorus)
Yeah, life rolled easy in that small town frame,
Where everyone knew your daddy’s last name.
Friday night football, we were chasin’ those highs,
Then out to the corn fields ’neath the Tennessee sky.
Bud Light chillin’ in the back of the truck,
A gun rack rattlin’ when the road got rough—
Man, those were the days that shaped my life…
Small town Sundays and Friday nights.
(Verse 2)
We were young and wild, wearin’ hand-me-down dreams,
Tryin’ to be heroes on that hometown team.
Coach blowin’ whistles, crowd roarin’ loud,
Every touchdown felt like we’d done Mama proud.
And when the game was over, we’d roll out slow,
Headlights dancin’ on that old dirt road.
(Chorus)
Yeah, life rolled easy in that small town frame,
Where everyone knew your daddy’s last name.
Friday night football, we were chasin’ those highs,
Then out to the corn fields ’neath the Tennessee sky.
Bud Light chillin’ in the back of the truck,
A gun rack rattlin’ when the road got rough—
Man, those were the days that shaped my life…
Small town Sundays and Friday nights.
(Bridge)
Didn’t know then how fast time flies,
How a little-bitty town could be the best years of your life.
I’d give anything to take one more ride,
With my buddies laughin’ by my side.
(Chorus)
Yeah, life rolled easy in that small town frame,
Where everyone knew your daddy’s last name.
Friday night football, we were chasin’ those highs,
Then out to the corn fields ’neath the Tennessee sky.
Bud Light chillin’ in the back of the truck,
A gun rack rattlin’ when the road got rough—
Man, those were the days that shaped my life…
Small town Sundays and Friday nights.
(Outro)
Yeah, time moves on—but in my mind,
I’m still livin’ those Friday nights.
Doug_Macedo
