Sacking In A Small Town Mike Graham
[D]Lights are bright on[G]Friday night
[D]Fall in small Texas[G]towns
[D]People train like[G]moths to flame
[D]And there ainât nobody[G]around
[D]Even the cops disregard the[G]shops
[D]And banks to hear the[G]band
[D]Play the alma mater for the[G]sheriffâs daughter
Cause sheâs the[Emqueen of tbe bometownA]fans.
[D]Iâd seen it all when[G]I was small
[D]And I set it in my[G]mind
[D]If I grew up and[G]things tough
Iâd[A]rob this small town[D]blind.
Yeah Iâm[G]sackin a[D]small town
[G]When they ainât[D]lookingâs when Iâm
[G]Gonna make my[D]hit.
Iâm[G]gonna take it[D]all
[G]Sackin a[D]small town
[G]Man I[A]hate foot[D]ball.
Sure enough, I grew up
And things were less than swell
I made some plans with Uncle Sam
And he taught me real well
How to drive a truck and blow stuff up
Until he let me go
For raising heck and bouncing checks
At a county line liquor store.
And there ainât no work for a washed out jerk
With a mark against his name.
So I made new plans when I seen them stands
Where they play that damned old game.
Well the time was right that Friday night
It was a small town rivalry
There was no doubt theyâd all turn out
Yeah I knew right where theyâd be
The lights went down on that little town
And I parked at the bank and trust
The home team scored..I blew the door
Then I packed my truck.
They couldnât hear for the band and the cheers
They were smellin a victory
Hell itâs all the same whoever won that game
It was a big time score for me.