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Whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa
Whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa
Knock off bell and the sun hangs low
Dust on my boots from the gravel road
Flood lights warming on the old grandstand
Whole town turning out to watch the game
Kids on shoulders and the beers on ice
Friday night under country lights
Two proud sides and the whistle calls
Tonight we'll see who's left standing tall
Front rows crash and the backs take flight
Every tackle hits like a test of might
Twenty minutes left and the score runs tight
It's an edge o'ya seat, arm wrestle tonight
Run it straight, run it hard, never back down
Line them up straight and take them to ground
Hear that whistle cut through the screaming crowd
Is your eye on the man or fixed on the ball
Some came for the tackles, some came for it all
The Footy Gods Beckoned and we answered the call
It's time for Friday night football
The greatest game of all
Clock ticks down and tensions are high
We've given our all but we're just behind
Our boys are gassed, they look at the ground
It's our turn now, they need their home crowd
Five to go and the chance looks thin
Our boys feel trapped deep in our ten
The big boppers march up near the halfway line
Hand it off to the general, he's kicking boots fine
It sails down, feel like a thunder roll
Bounces just right past the twenty from goal
Touch judge flags it, the crowd erupts
Forty! Twenty!
Run it straight, run it hard, never back down
Line them up straight and take them to ground
Hear that whistle cut through the screaming crowd
Is your eye on the man or fixed on the ball
Some came for the tackles, some came for it all
The Footy Gods beckoned and we answered the call
It's time for Friday night football
The greatest game of all
Friday night, Friday night
Run it hard, run it hard, run it hard