You might think it's a one- horse town
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No traffic lights, one roundabout
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Beccy runs the corner shop
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Shuts the door at five o'clock
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You might think this town is dead
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'Cause we ain't got no drive through yet
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Our one garage don't open nights
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Truckies they just roll on by
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But down the road at The Grand Hotel
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Saturday nights are as hot as hell
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The band plays, cold beer flows
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Stomp the floor and dance 'till close
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Comes alive when the sun goes down
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Country boys and girls get loud
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Billy Rigg he owns The Grand
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He's filled the fridge, he's booked the band
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Six o'clock he preps the troops
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Eight o'clock all hell breaks loose
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It's four o'clock in the afternoon
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Locals know what's coming soon
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From the west there's a cloud of dust
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They're coming in there comin fast
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Get Loud
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Adam Brand |