Lyrics Katrina Carlson

Katrina Carlson

Friday Night

Danny's got a job in touchdown town

Push 'em back and knock 'em down

His fingers in the grass tear up the ground

The smell of autumn fallin 'round

Now the crowd is getting loud

Time to make 'em proud


On Friday Night

Take me to a field and flood the lights

On Friday Night

Damn it good to be alive

Danny, he was born in touchdown town

With the steel mills long shut down

His mama put a football in his crib

She hoped he'd do what his daddy did

Grow up strong and learn to play

Take 'em all the way


Danny's got a ride

He's college bound with pride

Danny's getting outside

He can play

He might stay

But there's no place like home

There's no place like home

Danny's got a boy in touchdown town

And all eyes are on him now

But Danny only wants him to be free

To be what he wants to be

So he smiles and takes his hand

As they climb the stands up high