You might think it is a one- horse town
No traffic lights, one roundabout
Beccy runs the corner shop
Shuts the door at five o´clock
You might think this town is dead
´Cause we aint got no drive through yet
Our one garage don´t open nights
Truckies they just roll on by
But down the road at The Grand Hotel
Saturday nights are as hot as hell
The band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor & dance ´until close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys & girls get loud
Billy Rigg he owns The Grand
He has filled the fridge, he has booked the band
Six o´clock he preps the troops
Eight o´clock all hell breaks loose
It is four o´clock in the afternoon
Locals know what´s coming soon
From the west theres a cloud of dust
They are coming in there comin fast
Adam Brand Ringtones