Lyrics:

You might think it's a one-horse town
No traffic lights, one roundabout
Becky runs the corner shop
Shuts the door at five o'clock
You might think this town is dead
'Cause we ain't got no drive through yet
Our one garage don't open nights
The truckies, they just roll on by
But down the road at The Grand Hotel
Saturday nights are as hot as hell
And the band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud

Billy Rigg, he owns The Grand
He's filled the fridge, he's booked the band
Six o'clock, he preps the troops
'Cause eight o'clock, all hell breaks loose
And the band plays, the cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
It's four o'clock in the afternoon
Locals know what's comin' soon
From the west, there's a cloud of dust
They're coming in, they're comin' fast

Band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud
Band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud