(Richie McDonald/Chris Lindsey/Aimee Mayo)

Friday night, little town
Not much to do but ride around
And listen to the radio real loud
Hangin' out in cut-off jeans
Watchin' the traffic lights blink
Not a lot to worry about
There's more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shine

Hey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin' a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well you might think that folks get bored
When the only thing open is a grocery store
And 32 slots down at the sonic
Every weekend they steam up
All the windows in their pick-up trucks
They still swear it's strictly platonic
A cloud of dust and red tail lights
Headed for the county line

Hey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin' a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

There's more to this world than big city lights
A small town is where the stars really shine

Hey, hey, don't you know
Out in the country where the wild weeds grow
People know how to have a good time
Barefoot, back road, cheap wine, rock and roll
Everybody havin' a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah