Grunge Gridiron Echoes

Lyrics

Holcomb, are you ready for some football? The stadium lights cut through the western Kansas sky the gravel stars, as the crowd starts rolling by there’s a hum in the air that you can fill in your bones the pride of the Longhorns, the place we call home. In the heart of the hills, where the wind blows free, the Owens and Black of Holcomb are the only colors you see. The stands are packed tight. The team is ready to run underneath the lights. A new battles begun. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb hear the stadium roar. The Longhorns are ready and coming back for more with their helmet strapped on and the Holcomb name on the jerseys we are leaving Hearts on this gridiron field tonight. Hear the chance of the cheerleaders see the fan starts to rise. 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 blow the spear of the long horns is the only thing 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 arcs through the air caught on the run. There’s a touchdown there. Oh, it’s Friday night in Holcomb hear the stadium roar. The Longhorns are ready coming back for more, but their helmet strapped on and the Holcomb name on their jerseys we’re leaving our hearts out on this gridiron field here the chance of the cheerleaders see the fan starts to rise. 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 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 ready coming back for more with their helmet strapped on and the Holcomb name on their jerseys. We’re leaving our hearts out on this great Iron field. Hear the Chance from the cheerleaders see the fan starts to rise. We’re fighting for glory under the Friday night skies. Yeah where the Holcomb Longhorns underneath the Friday night skies.