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Parked down at the Sonic, headlights circled up Jack and Coke on that good ice in a 32-ounce styrofoam cup Hangin' out with my buddies, talkin' 'bout all the things we did 18 years of memories made of nights just like this Weekends in a small town, Friday night radio First truck and a pretty girl, kissin' in the dashboard glow Saturday there's a six-pack and a hell of a football game Sunday mornin' back pew Matthew 11:28 Talkin' 'bout weekends in a small town Weekends in a small town Fill it up again Tommy, tell us that story again The one about Amy with her daddy and the gun sayin', "never come back again." Never thought we'd run out of time, well man we damn sure did Last three months let's live it up, 'cause when we look back we're gonna miss Weekends in a small town, Friday night radio First truck and a pretty girl, kissin' in the dashboard glow Saturday there's a six-pack and a hell of a football game Sunday mornin' back pew Matthew 11:28 Talkin' 'bout weekends in a small town Weekends in a small town That's right No matter what happens, no matter how much we change The one thing I know that will always be the same Weekends in a small town, Friday night radio First truck and a pretty girl, kissin' in the dashboard glow Saturday there's a six-pack and a hell of a football game Sunday mornin' back pew Matthew 11:28 Talkin' 'bout weekends in a small town Weekends in a small town That's Right