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This city's looking like a ghost town
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All the stores downtown they've been closing down
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Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles
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Are lighting up the sky above memorial drive
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And if you want a seat you better come on down
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'Cause when the band fires up that old glory sound
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This is the moment we've all been waiting for
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Lining them up, and the whistle blows
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This ain't no game around here
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It's more like religion
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We've built this thing right here
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A football tradition
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So everybody get up
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And feast your eyes
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On the highlight of small town life
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It's Friday night
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And winning state would be a miracle
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Man, we did it back in '54
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And if the baptist church prayed Sunday morning
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We might just stand a chance with the help of the Lord
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This is ain't no game around here
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It's more like religion
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We've built this thing right here
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A football tradition
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So, everybody get up
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And feast your eyes
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On the highlight of small town life
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It's Friday night
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And now the stadium's quiet
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Standing here alone on this old 50 yard line
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If I listen close I can hear battle cries
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Of all the heroes come and gone before I was alive
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The memories of fourth and three
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Now that rival game is coming back to me
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It meant more than a big state ring
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If we could do it again it'd never be the same
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Remember the lights and the butterflies
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Giving it all just one last time
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Because heroes are remembered but dragons never die
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This is ain't no game around here
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It's more like religion
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We've built this thing right here
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A football tradition
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So, everybody get up
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And feast your eyes
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On the highlight of small town life
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It's Friday night
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Come on
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Friday Night
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Brantley Gilbert |