

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
2:44
No
2/21/2026