Lyrics
[Verse 1]
John, Melissa, Chris, Hotchie, Grady
We roll in loud, we roll in shady
Four-nin' nine, that old back room
Boots on the floor, whole place in bloom
Shells on the plate, sauce on the hand
One more round and we start the band
[Pre-Chorus]
You know the sign on the door
Says tonight we want more
Lace that glass
Let it roar
[Chorus]
Taco Tuesday 409
Fuckers getting drunk, doing fine
Eating crawfish, passing lime
Taco Tuesday 409
(409)
(Taco Tuesday 409)
[Verse 2]
Melissa laughs with the paper bib
Chris keeps count on the tab we live
Hotchie yells, "Fill that bowl"
Grady's grin says, "Lose control"
John taps time with a busted spoon
We drink it down till the hard break noon
[Pre-Chorus]
You know the sign on the door
Says tonight we want more
Lace that glass
Let it roar
[Chorus]
Taco Tuesday 409
Fuckers getting drunk, doing fine
Eating crawfish, passing lime
Taco Tuesday 409
(409)
(Taco Tuesday 409)
[Bridge]
When the ice melts out
And the room gets loud
We still stand proud
With our hands up now
One more shout
One more round
[Final Chorus]
Taco Tuesday 409
Fuckers getting drunk, doing fine
Eating crawfish, passing lime
Taco Tuesday 409
(409)
(Taco Tuesday 409)
Details
GeneratedApr 22, 2026
Duration3:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues shuffle with a greasy backbeat and swung handclaps; verse rides a sparse guitar lick and room-stomp bass, pre-chorus strips to vocal shouts and a tense harmonica pulse, chorus hits with gang vocals and barroom piano. Add slide-guitar fills, bottle-glass clinks, and a turnaround drum break into the final hook. Gritty close-mic lead, rough harmony shouts, wide and dusty mix., blues
Credits
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REDRUMModelAria v5.5
Prompt
John, Melissa, Chris, Hotchie, Grady we at taco Tuesday 409 fuckers getting drunk eating crawfish, blues
