Lyrics
Dust on the windshield, Holler Creek wind in my hair
Hawbuck behind me, leavin' all my cares
Sun hittin' the corn like gold, radio hummin' low
Pull up to Westville, feel that small-town glow
Glove in the backseat, cleats still caked with clay
Kids yellin' my name when I step out to play
Under the Zamberletti lights, where the Westville Tigers roar
Swingin' for the fences, hear the whole town roar
Grapecreek blood runnin' hot through these veins of mine
We laugh, we fight, we love hard every single time
Yeah, Zamberletti lights... turnin' boys into men
This is where the story starts and it never really ends
Mamas in the bleachers, dads grillin' brats on the grill
Lighting bugs dancin' round the chain-link when the night gets still
We chase grounders in the outfield, dive for every ball
Talk about dreams bigger than these Illinois walls
Sweat on my jersey, dirt on my knees again
But every scar on these hands says I belong right here, my friend
Under the Zamberletti lights, where the Westville Tigers roar
Swingin' for the fences, hear the whole town roar
Grapecreek blood runnin' hot through these veins of mine
We laugh, we fight, we love hard every single time
Yeah, Zamberletti lights... turnin' boys into men
This is where the story starts and it never really ends
Summer fades to autumn, but the fire in this holler stays
One day a year the whole damn town lights up the parade
Under the Zamberletti lights we grew, now we're chasin' bigger dreams
But every Labor Day I'll be right here with my Westville family
See you at the parade, flags wavin' in the breeze
Grapecreek, Hawbuck, Westville - this is home for me
Yeah, see you at the parade... on Labor Day
Westville Tigers forever... remember
Zamberletti lights... fade slow into the night
But I'll be back next summer... feelin' alright