You might think it's a one-horse town
No traffic lights, one roundabout
Becky runs the corner shop
Shuts the door at five o'clock
You might think this town is dead
Cause we ain't got no drive-thru yet
Our one garage don't open nights
The truckies, they just roll on by
Down the road at the Grand Hotel
Saturday nights are as hot as hell
And the band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor, empty and still clothes
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Billy Ray, he owns the Grand
He's filled the fridge, he's booked the band
Six o'clock, he preps the troops
Cause eight o'clock, all hell breaks loose
And the band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor, empty and still clothes
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
It's four o'clock in the afternoon
Stomp the floor, empty and still clothes
Locals know what's coming soon
From the west there's a cloud of dust
They're coming in, they're coming fast
Damn blaze, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance too close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Damn blaze, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance too close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Damn blaze, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance too close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Damn blaze, cold beer flows