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heiroine
She's my heroine

Got high on the 50 yard line
Cops showed up and got fined
They chased us round the bend
We sat on the hill at nighttime
Just
no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks
with no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its
I am chewing on power lines
Spraying the yard in spark
Clouds were bruised when the day broke
Clouds were bruised when the day broke

You're in
with no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its
no sense of time
An' I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks
High school halftime Friday night
Standing on the fifty yard line
Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand

I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn
yard line
We're going on overtime

Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Baby take leaving
You know the lights of my hometown
They come alive when the sun goes down

'We got the 50-yard line on a Friday night
Mainstreet drag lined up
You know the lights of my hometown
They come alive when the sun goes down

We got the fifty yard line on a Friday night
Main Street drag lined up
Yeah I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
I was always the crazy one
Who broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number
On the fifty yard line

You were always the perfect one
goal from the 30 yard line 
They forget to add seven yards for the snap 
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way back 

In 1974,
He is a trucker
Burning the highway
His heart is strong as stone
Counting them yard lines
Passing the hard time
Riding that black top home

CHORUS:
to give a shit
Why we made it to the fifty yard line
Nothing's ever good enough
Everything's fine
I feel like I'm wasting my time

You always run
It's Friday night

And now the stadium's quiet
Standing here alone on this old 50 yard line
If I listen close I can hear battle cries
Of all the heroes
59 yard line, better not get a butt call
A little bit later on

Find a little spot down on the creek bank
Really don’t care what your momma and daddy
on a Friday night after the game
Back in the day

Heads and tails on a 50 yard line
Puttin' buck shot holes on a county road sign
Yeah, I fell in love
All the trees they line the yards
Suburban homes all in a row screened in porches,
Swimming pools deluxe electric garage doors
And trampolines,
shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, cops is
sunshine put away for a rainy day

Samuel

Seen a lantern swinging
Down in the tunnel
About a two hour walk down the railroad line
To Camden Yards in
called you twice, you called me once
Baby come with me and be mine
So we can make love on the 50 yard line
You for me, me for you
There's nothing in this
I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor
But uh-oh, the wind is failing, 
Now I'm headed downward, groundward, 
Clownward to the school. 

on the football field I crashed, 
50-yard line
I remember cheering you on at every football game
Shoutin', "# 20 as a running back takes your place
I wait from the bleachers on the 30 yard line