Boots In The Bleachers

September sun falling out of the sky Getting out the way for a Friday night Check the rear view one last time Make sure the belt on your cap's been right Put 20 bucks of 87 in your truck and hide Your Copenhagen can 'fore you pick her up A small town smile makes you fall in love, like it always does 'Cause round here it's all country on the speakers Red and white go Eagles on the t-shirt Yes sir, yes ma'am to the teachers Field goal flies right through the cedars Round here ain't nothing changed except the jersey numbers and names But still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers Falling for them boots in the bleachers Later on in a field on the edge of town There's gonna be a fire to circle round Probably a six string boy on a tailgate A pair of blue eyes begging for some George Strait He throws his jacket over his shoulder and she slides closer Yeah Round here it's all country on the speakers Red and white go Eagles on the t-shirt Yes sir, yes ma'am to the teachers Field goal flies right through the cedars Round here ain't nothing changed except the jersey numbers and names But still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers Falling for them boots in the bleachers Yeah, them boots in the bleachers Grow up 'cause that's what time does But Friday nights will always remind us The games we played, oh, crowd behind us and There's a thousand other towns just like her Round here it's all country on the speakers Red and white go Eagles on the t-shirt Yes sir, yes ma'am to the teachers Field goal flies through the cedars Round here ain't nothing changed except the jersey numbers and names But still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers Falling for them boots in the bleachers Falling for them boots in the bleachers