Til the Last Whistle Blows (From "The Last Whistle") - Pat Green

Fieldhouse was alive

Heavy metal and slammin' weights

It’s the price of the prize

And the part of your soul

That you have to pay

Two a days in the Texas sun

Forget about the girl

That’s over and done

I hated to watch her walk away

But it’s time to play

It’s time to play

In our town

The field was sacred ground

Friday night was the show

The lights were on, everybody goes

In our town

We give 'em hell on every down

We play hard, everybody knows

You give it all

Til the last whistle blows

When you’re all in

Take care of one another

The roll of the dice, sacrifice

And lay it on the line for your brother

And it feels good

And you’re never gonna grow old

Life flies by at the speed of sound

Don’t you know that’s the way it goes

In our town

The field was sacred ground

Friday night was the show

The lights were on, everybody goes

In our town

We give 'em hell on every down

We play hard, everybody knows

You give it all

Til the last whistle blows

'Cause Friday night lights are still shinin'

And maybe it’s time to let 'em go

They say you can’t take it with you but they’re lying

Those days are mine

Til the last whistle blows

In our town

The field was sacred ground

Friday night was the show

The lights were on, everybody goes

In our town

We give 'em hell on every down

We play hard, everybody knows

You give it all

Til the last whistle blows