ThomasRedheart

<p><strong>Small Town Headlight Glory</strong></p><p><strong>Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>©COPYRIGHT 11–8-2025 All Rights Reserved ©</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 1)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Eight o'clock, sun's long gone, everybody's shut their screens</strong></p><p><strong>&nbsp;Friday night is comin' on, tradin' asphalt for the greens.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Got the windows down, dust kickin' up behind the tires&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Passed the Dollar General, now we're rollin' past the spires.</strong></p><p><strong>&nbsp;You got your cutoffs, I got my worn-out ball cap low&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, we traded concrete for the freedom of the gravel road.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Pre-Chorus)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Don't need a map or a destination, don't need the city to shine&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Just a half-tank of cheap gasoline and your hand gripping mine.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Pull the brake by the river bend,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>where the stars don't have to fight...</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We find our Small Town Headlight Glory!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Crank the radio 'til it's yellin' out our story!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, those two beams cuttin' through the black,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Ain't no turnin' back!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Got the speaker shaking, mud on the tailgate,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We're right where we belong, baby, tonight we can't wait.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Just two kids in a beat-up Ford, and a love that can't be stopped,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Under the Small Town Headlight Glory!</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 2)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>You're singing every single line to that throwback country tune&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Got that cheap convenience store ice that's melting way too soon.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Used to think that satisfaction was the view from up on high,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>But there ain't no view like your smile beneath this open sky.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Let the big world spin, let 'em chase the million dollar dream,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We got everything we ever needed, runnin' wild downstream.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Pre-Chorus)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Don't need a map or a destination, don't need the city to shine&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Just a half-tank of cheap gasoline and your hand gripping mine.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Pull the brake by the river bend,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>where the stars don't have to fight...</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We find our Small Town Headlight Glory!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Crank the radio 'til it's yellin' out our story!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, those two beams cuttin' through the black,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Ain't no turnin' back!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Got the speaker shaking, mud on the tailgate,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We're right where we belong, baby, tonight we can't wait.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Just two kids in a beat-up Ford, and a love that can't be stopped,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Under the Small Town Headlight Glory!</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Bridge - Tempo slightly slows, more focus on bass and vocals)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, the rest of the week, we're clockin' in, punchin' out, payin' dues.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>But for the next few hours, baby, we got nothin' left to lose.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>This is our spot, our church, our time, where the worries get ignored.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>This is the life we built on backroads, and we wouldn't trade the Ford.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We find our Small Town Headlight Glory!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Crank the radio 'til it's yellin' out our story!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, those two beams cuttin' through the black,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Ain't no turnin' back!&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Got the speaker shaking, mud on the tailgate,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>We're right where we belong, baby, tonight we can't wait.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Just two kids in a beat-up Ford, and a love that can't be stopped,&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Under the Small Town Headlight Glory!</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Outro)&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>Headlight Glory... yeah! </strong></p>