Friday Night In A Small Town
Lyrics Ryan Broshear

Written by: Ryan Broshear, Daniel Agee

Produced by: Daniel Agee

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You like your guitars twangin'
So I had that country bangin'
Out of the speakers when I picked you up
Thinking 'bout this all week, honey
I've got my paycheck money
Shiny buckle and my boots scuffed up
Girl you're looking good damn drop dead fine
Climb on in, let's go for a ride

Cause it's Friday night in a small town, baby
Buckle up, it might get crazy
No telling what kind of trouble we could get into
We'll light 'em up on main and make 'em all talk
Or bank it by the creek and cool this summer night off
Paint it red or burn it right to the ground
Friday night in a small town

Uptown the club is bumpin' with a little sumpin' sumpin'
That glass you're tipping has about run dry
They got the music playing but if you don't feel like staying
Say the word off, we'll fly
Girl you got that sexy little look in your eyes
Let's kick this night into overdrive

Cause it's Friday night in a small town, baby
Buckle up, it might get crazy
No telling what kind of trouble we could get into
We'll light 'em up on main and make 'em all talk
Or bank it by the creek and cool this summer night off
Paint it red or burn it right to the ground
Friday night in a small town

We can't get lost on these streets
No one knows them more than you and me
We're young restless wild and free
And nights like these weren't meant for sleep

Cause it's Friday night in a small town, baby
Buckle up, it might get crazy
No telling what kind of trouble we could get into
We'll light 'em up on main and make 'em all talk
Or just bank it by the creek and cool this summer night off
Paint it red or burn it right to the ground
Friday night in a small town
Friday night in small town
In a small town

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