Friday Night GridIron Pulse

Lyrics

Come on let’s get pumped. It’s Friday nigh Football here in Holcomb. 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 you can fill in 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 and Holcomb are the only colors you see. The stands are pack tight the team’s ready to run underneath the lights, A new battles begun. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb here 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 out on this gridiron field here the thunder of the steps see the dust starts arise we’re fighting for glory tonight under the Friday night skies. They lineup on the ball looking straight through the line blood sweat and grit. It’s our moment to shine from the first heavy hit to the final whistle blows the spirits 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 holds its breath as a arches through the air caught on the run. There’s a celebration there. 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 out 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 when the game is all over and the echoes fade away will remember the brotherhood we forged here today the scoreboard might change but the pride row we mean, the Owens and Black of Holcomb running deep in our veins. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb hear the stadium roar here the cheerleaders cheer the Longhorns are charging coming back for more with the orange on our helmets in the black on our jerseys, we’re leaving our hearts out on this gridiron field. Hear the thunder of the hoofs see the dust starts to rise. We’re fighting for glory under the Friday night skies. We’re proud to be a Longhorn and we are proud to call you our team yeah we’re the Holcomb Longhorns tonight underneath the Friday night skies.