Friday night, little town Not much to do but ride around And listen to the radio real loud Hanging out in cut-off jeans Watching 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 [Chorus] 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 having 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 [Chorus] There's more to this world than big city lights A small town is where the stars really shine [Chorus]