Bobby opened up the bar on a Sunday night
There was a little more blue in the neon light
Some of us drank, some of us cried
Most of us, we did both
Your daddy drove in, in your old truck
Coach came in and hung your jersey up
I showed up three-quarters drunk
And tried not to let it show
But tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
I hope you know that down here we don’t know what to do
Tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
Buddy, this place won’t feel the same without you
We talked about the wild in our wilder days
All those things that make a mama pray
I couldn’t help but think about what you’d say
Hearing us go on and on
Then somebody had the nerve to play “Friends in Low Places”
Man, you should’ve heard the whole bar singing
I closed my eyes, and I still could see you
Standing right there singing along
But tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
I hope you know that down here we don’t know what to do
Tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
Buddy, this place won’t feel the same without you
What I wouldn’t give to see you walk in here
Put my arm around your neck and buy you that first beer
Tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
I hope you know that down here we don’t know what to do
Tonight, this small town just got a whole lot smaller
Buddy, this place won’t feel the same without you
Yeah, Buddy, this place won’t feel the same without you