Tailgate Til Sunup

[Verse 1]
Got a paycheck burnin’ holes in my jeans
Old ball cap, snapback, sittin’ just right it seems
Dust on the truck, throw the cooler in the back
Text the boys “y’all ready?” all I get is “Where you at?”
[Chorus]
We’re tailgate til sunup
Turnin’ that gravel lot into a honky-tonk
Line ’em up, throw ’em back
Laughin’ ’bout the things we said we’d never do again
Yeah the night’s still young, and we’re fired up
Dirt on our boots, cheap cologne and trouble in our cups
If you’re lookin’ for quiet, you’re outta luck
’Cause we’re tailgate til sunup
[Verse 2]
Buddy’s already shotgunnin’ warm light beer
Speakers in the bed, play it loud enough to hear
Across that field, see the headlights rollin’ in
Same old crew, same old plans, let the bad ideas begin
[Chorus]
We’re tailgate til sunup
Turnin’ that gravel lot into a honky-tonk
Line ’em up, throw ’em back
Laughin’ ’bout the things we said we’d never do again
Yeah the night’s still young, and we’re fired up
Dirt on our boots, cheap cologne and trouble in our cups
If you’re lookin’ for quiet, you’re outta luck
’Cause we’re tailgate til sunup
[Bridge]
Mama keeps callin’, I’ll call her right back (right back)
She knows her boy’s runnin’ wild with the pack
Promise we’ll make it to church by noon
’Til then we’re howlin’ at the moon
[Chorus]
We’re tailgate til sunup
Turnin’ that gravel lot into a honky-tonk
Line ’em up, throw ’em back
Laughin’ ’bout the things we said we’d never do again
Yeah the night’s still young, and we’re fired up
Dirt on our boots, cheap cologne and trouble in our cups
If you’re lookin’ for quiet, you’re outta luck
’Cause we’re tailgate til sunup

country, Bright modern country with twangy telecaster riffs, driving kick and snare, and a big singalong hook. Verses stay tight and talky over steady groove; chorus widens with stacked male vocals, stomps, and claps. Fiddle lines add playful fills, bridge strips to acoustic and low harmonies before a final full-band lift.