Friday Nights

Friday Nights in Danielsville always gives me chills.
Every game will give you many thrills.
Pads popping and heads knocking, I love those sounds.
And you have got to love the fans yelling all around.
It is Friday night in Danielsville.

Hustle, hit, and never quit every play of the game.
4th & 1 time to run and the play is calling your name.
The crowd is roaring and everyone is on their feet.
This is the play that can win or cause defeat.
And the victory is oh so sweet.
It is Friday Night in Danielsville.

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