We want to send you to Church! Eric Church is going to blow the roof off the Brick Breeden Field House in Bozeman on Saturday, May 23rd. For eight weeks, every single Friday morning at 7:15am we will give you a chance to win your way into his show. Hopefully you don’t mind showing off your karaoke skills. The contest will be like the television show ‘The Singing Bee’ you don’t have to sing it well, you just have to sing the lyrics right.

To make things a little easier, each Thursday I will let you know what sing you need to sing to win the tickets on Friday. In fact I will even give you the lyrics. Now all you need to do is be ready to call in on Friday morning to 543-9500 at 7:15am and be ready to sing!

The song for tomorrow will be Eric Church’s song, Springsteen!

To this day when I hear that song

I see you standin' there all night long

Discount shades, store bought tan

Flip flops and cut-off jeans

 

Somewhere between that setting sun

I'm on fire and born to run

You looked at me and I was done

And we're, we're just getting started

 

I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me

I was so alive, never been more free

Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh

 

Stayed there 'til they forced us out

And took the long way to your house

I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

 

When I think about you, I think about seventeen

I think about my old jeep

I think about the stars in the sky

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen

 

I bumped into you by happenstance

You probably wouldn't even know who I am

But if I whispered your name

I bet there'd still be a spark

 

Back when I was gasoline

And this old tattoo had brand new ink

And we didn't care what your mom would think

About your name on my arm

 

Baby is it spring or is it summer

The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer

You hear sometimes late at night

On your radio

 

Even though you're a million miles away

When you hear 'Born in the USA'

You relive those glory days

So long ago

 

When you think about me, do you think about seventeen

Do you think about my old jeep

Think about the stars in the sky

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen, Springsteen

 

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

 

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Whoa Springsteen

 

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

 

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

 

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

 

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh