Friday Night Shine

(hahaha) Nine hundred people on a Friday night

Underneath the metal-halide lights

The pharmacist is on the microphone

Calling out the yardage for the home-grown

Eleven kids in the marching band

Playing off-key to the crowded stand There's rhinestones pinned on a denim

sleeve

And a whole town daring to believe

Oh, we've got nine hundred heartbeats in one place Dirt on our

boots and pride on our face And that girl in the helmet

and her hair in a bow Just kicked a field goal to

win the whole show! (woohoo!)

Coach is wiping tears right off his cheek They'll talk about this

kick for twenty weeks

Down at the diner where the coffee pours

Counting up the plays and the final scores She didn't miss a

single step tonight

Shining like a diamond in the cold headlights

Oh, we've got nine hundred heartbeats in one place Dirt on our

boots and pride on our face And that girl in the helmet

and her hair in a bow

Just kicked a field goal to win the whole show!

Nine hundred people in a Kansas town (yeah,

that's us) Never gonna let this memory down