Grunge Grid Iron Groove

Lyrics

Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb here the stadium roar the Longhorns are charging coming back for more with the orange on her helmets and the black on our jerseys. We’re leaving our hearts out on this gridiron field. We hear the thunder of the steps see the dust start to rise. We’re fighting for glory under the Friday night skies. The stadium lights cut through the Western Kansas sky. The gravel stirs as the crowd starts rolling by there’s a hum in the air that you can fill on your bones the pride of the prairie the place we call home. In the heart of the valley where the wind blows free the orange and black are the only Holcomb colors you see the stands are pack tight. The team is ready to run under the lights. A new battle has begun. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb hear the stadium roar. The Longhorns are charging coming back for more with the orange on our helmets and the blacks on our jerseys. We’re leaving our hearts on this gridiron field here the thunder of the steps see the dust starts arise we’re fighting for glory under the Friday night skies. They lineup on the ball, looking straight through the line, blood sweat and and grit it’s our moment to shine from the first heavy hit to the final whistle blows. The spirit of the Longhorns is the only truth we know the defense locks down, breaking through the front wall, the quarterback drops back and launches the ball, the stadium hold its breath as a arches through the air caught on the run. There’s a celebration to be had. When is game is all over and the echos fade away, we’ll remember the brotherhood we forged here today. The scoreboard might change, but the pride will remain, the orange and black of Holcomb running deep in our veins. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb hear the stadium roar. The Longhorns are charging coming back for more with the orange on our helmets and the black on our jerseys. We’re leaving our hearts on this gridiron field here the thunder of the steps see the dust starts to rise. We’re fighting for glory underneath the Friday night skies. Yeah we’re the Holcomb Longhorns of Western Kansas underneath the Friday night skies.