Letra Boots In The Bleachers - Conner Smith
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 bill on your cap's bent right
Put twenty bucks of eighty-seven in your truck
And hide your Copenhagen can 'fore you pick her up
That 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-shirts
"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
There's 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 her shoulder
And she slides closer
'Cause 'round here, it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white, "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"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
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Yeah, them boots in the bleachers
We grow up 'cause that's what time does
But Friday nights will always remind us
The games we played, whole crowd behind us
And there's a thousand other towns just like us
'Round here, it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white, "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"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
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Getting out the way for a Friday night
Check the rear view one last time
Make sure the bill on your cap's bent right
Put twenty bucks of eighty-seven in your truck
And hide your Copenhagen can 'fore you pick her up
That 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-shirts
"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
There's 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 her shoulder
And she slides closer
'Cause 'round here, it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white, "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"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
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Yeah, them boots in the bleachers
We grow up 'cause that's what time does
But Friday nights will always remind us
The games we played, whole crowd behind us
And there's a thousand other towns just like us
'Round here, it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white, "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"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
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
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