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