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Raised On Friday Nights
by i.G.C.
Genre: Country Type: audio/mpeg
Lyrics
Great paper hanging from the old side door.
Some of us in boots, some pressed up tight.
Some went in bold, some stayed home that night.
Slow, some playing hearts and not throats.
No past, yes, on a wrinkled note.
If you got asked, you felt 10 feet tall.
If you didn't, well, you still laughed in the hall.
We were awkward, broke, and half full grown.
But that little town fell out.
Friday nights, stadium lights and five-fly skies Truck bed seats and a radio glow Nothing to do, everywhere to go First loadings are sitting in the stands Cheering on friends like a one-band band Didn't know where life would take our lives But we learned how to dream Getting raised on Friday nights First one in the crew to get a run-down car
Four flat speakers and a wish on a star.
We'd pile the six deep just to loop that square.
Circle case sodas and the whole world.
There are girls that slumber parties plodding their names.
Boys in the garage tossing future hall of fame.
Talking bout leaving on graduation day.
Swearing we'd be big shot smiles away.
We set the bar high with our hearts on fire.
Didn't have much but we aimed up high.
Night's bleachers bonfire small town sights Back road plans and a dash full of maps Dreams too big for a letterman jacket Starlet talks about the lives we build Promises made on a water tower hill Didn't know how but we swore we'd rise Born to live free
I see those kids in another set of lights New boots, same nerves on those same old nights And I pray they hold on when the world gets loud To the gym songs in zones and that small town crowd Cause no matter where you run or how far you go There's a piece of your heart parked under those lights, you know
We were raised on Friday nights.
High school halls and county fair rides.
Heartbreak hits and best day highs.
Moonlit lawns and don't tell my folks lies.
From first car keys to that cap and gown.
We carry those dreams right out of that town.
Yeah, the road goes on, but the roof stay tight.
I'm still that kid inside.
Getting raised on Friday nights.
Doesn't matter where you're from or what flag you fly.
We all had some kind of vibe Right in that sky