[Verse 1]
Rust on the gate
Dust on the dash
Fold-out chairs
In the truck bed stacked
Cooler in the back
Half full
Half warm
We were laughin’ at the weather
While it threatened to storm
[Chorus]
Friday night bleachers
We were kings of the small town
Hand-me-down speakers turned all the way too loud
You were singin’ off-key in my worn-out hoodie
I was prayin’ this night wouldn’t ever turn into a memory
Friday night bleachers
Under busted stadium bulbs
Thought the world ended at that chain-link fence and mud
Oh
Friday night bleachers
I still feel you wakein’ up my heart
[Verse 2]
Scoreboard stuck
On the same old tie
Band out of tune
But we didn’t mind
Your boots on my lap
Cold hands in mine
You traced your name in the frost
On the window behind
[Chorus]
Friday night bleachers
We were kings of the small town
Hand-me-down speakers turned all the way too loud
You were singin’ off-key in my worn-out hoodie
I was prayin’ this night wouldn’t ever turn into a memory
Friday night bleachers
Under busted stadium bulbs
Thought the world ended at that chain-link fence and mud
Oh
Friday night bleachers
I still feel you wakein’ up my heart
[Bridge]
Now it’s new turf
New lights
New kids
Same sky (oh oh)
I drive by slow
Let the past ride shotgun every time
If I close my eyes
I’m right back there
Your hair in my face
That autumn air
[Chorus]
Friday night bleachers
We were kings of the small town
Hand-me-down speakers turned all the way too loud
You were singin’ off-key in my worn-out hoodie
I was prayin’ this night wouldn’t ever turn into a memory
Friday night bleachers
Under busted stadium bulbs
Thought the world ended at that chain-link fence and mud
Oh
Friday night bleachers
Yeah
Friday night bleachers
I still feel you wakein’ up my heart (my heart)