Friday Night Jacob

[Verse 1]
Rugged boots
Red dirt grin
Jacob Spidel
Born to win
Under them lights
Crowd gone wild
He laid Stockton
Out on the 50-yard line
Coach yelling
Stands on fire
Name getting louder
Higher and higher
But when the clock hits zero
And the pads come off
He’s a whole ‘nother legend
Down the road in the dark
[Chorus]
Jacob Spidel
Raising hell in Oglethorpe county
From the fifty-yard stripe
To the neon down in town
He
Walks through the door
Cold beer in his hand (hey!)
Every girl in the place
Already making a plan
He’s that rugged country boy
They all been talking about
Yeah
Jacob Spidel
Shutting every Friday down
[Verse 2]
Downtown lights
Old brick bar
Pickup truck
Parked out far
Cap turned back
Dust on his jeans
Still a little grass stain
From last week’s team
First round waiting
Soon as he walks in
DJ nods
Let the night begin
Girls start laughing
Sliding on through
“Did you really hit Gunner
Like they say you do?”
[Chorus]
Jacob Spidel
Raising hell in Oglethorpe county
From the fifty-yard stripe
To the neon down in town
He
Walks through the door
Cold beer in his hand (hey!)
Every girl in the place
Already making a plan
He’s that rugged country boy
They all been talking about
Yeah
Jacob Spidel
Shutting every Friday down
[Bridge]
From the field to the floor
Same fire in his eyes
One hand on a bottle
Other one in the sky
He’s a small-town story
Everybody knows
From the tackle on Friday
To the dance on the road (woah)
[Chorus]
Jacob Spidel
Raising hell in Oglethorpe county
From the fifty-yard stripe
To the neon down in town
He
Walks through the door
Cold beer in his hand (hey!)
Every girl in the place
Already making a plan
He’s that rugged country boy
They all been talking about
Yeah
Jacob Spidel
Shutting every Friday down

dance, Upbeat modern country banger, male vocals; crunchy Telecaster riffs over a driving four-on-the-floor kick and roomy snare, bright fiddle fills. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and crowd “hey”s. Big singalong hook, simple chords, lots of low-end thump for tailgates and club playlists., country, football