Tailgate in the Endzone

(let's go)

Tailgate dropped down on a gravel lot

Cooler in the bed and the coffee's hot

Chilly autumn air biting through the flannel seams

Living out a town's whole Friday night dreams

Cleats hitting turf under big metal towers

Counting down the minutes turning into hours

Marching band drumline rattling the stands

Whole county standing up and clapping their hands

Fourth and two with forty

on the clock

Underneath them Friday night lights Trading bruised up shoulders for the hometown

pride Give me thirty-yard passes and chalk on the grass

Every single snap moving way too fast Yeah we leave every drop

of sweat upon this field Where the boys turn to men and

the glory is real (yeah,

that glory is real)

Coach drew it up on a scratched white board

Sweat on our foreheads,

praying to the Lord

Dirt on the jersey,

mud on the seams

Hanging on the whistle and the sideline screams

Number twenty-four breaking through the middle seam

Running for the name on the front of the team

Chain gang moving, ten yards to go

Can't hear a word with the crowd in a roar

Here comes the sweep,

hold the edge tonight

Underneath them Friday night lights Trading bruised up shoulders for the hometown

pride Give me thirty-yard passes and chalk on the grass

Every single snap moving way too fast Yeah we leave every drop

of sweat upon this field Where the boys turn to men and

the glory is real (where the glory is real)

One day these knees won't run this fast And the stadium lights

will fade into the past But we'll still wear these rings,

we'll still tell these tales About the goal-line stand when we never

failed

(c'mon now)

Underneath them Friday night lights Trading bruised up shoulders for the hometown

pride Give me thirty-yard passes and chalk on the grass

Every single snap moving way too fast Yeah we leave every drop

of sweat upon this field Where the boys turn to men and

the glory is real (leave it on the field!) (glory is real)

Chalk on

the grass

Final buzzer sounds