[Intro] [Band counts in Guitars hit a dirty open chord] [Verse 1] Sun’s barely up But the cooler’s gone warm Got mud on the dash From that last back road storm Tailgate throne We’re the kings of the ruts Whole crew laughin’ Red clay on our cups [Pre-Chorus] Gravel flyin’ past that county line sign Speakers rattlin’ Hearts on high [Chorus] Mud flying Tires crying Spin it till the world turns brown Girls in bikinis Boot-stompin’ on the roof gettin’ loud (woo!) This day’s wild We’re grinnin’ like fools Swear we broke every small-town rule If this is the start What we gonna do? We’re halfway through raising hell Not halfway through [Verse 2] Ray-Bans crooked On that shotgun queen Bare feet on the seat Smellin’ like gas and sunscreen She climbs that ladder To the top of my ride Starts dancin’ on the metal Like a bar on Friday night [Pre-Chorus] Truck’s leanin’ We ain’t slowing down Every bump got ’em screamin’ out [Chorus] Mud flying Tires crying Spin it till the world turns brown Girls in bikinis Boot-stompin’ on the roof gettin’ loud (yeah!) This day’s wild We’re grinnin’ like fools Swear we broke every small-town rule If this is the start What we gonna do? We’re halfway through raising hell Not halfway through [Bridge] Got a cop at the gate With his shades pulled low Cracks one smile Says “Don’t tell me I know” Y’all been tearing up My old dirt too But save some trouble For the sun goin’ down Would you? (c’mon) [Breakdown] [Drums drop to toms Handclaps and gang vocals] Mud on the mirror Mud on the mail Mud on the story We’re gonna tell in jail (hey!) Laugh so hard We can barely breathe If this is the morning What’s the night gonna be? [Chorus] Mud flying Tires crying Spin it till the world turns brown Girls in bikinis Boot-stompin’ on the roof gettin’ loud (so loud) This day’s wild We’re grinnin’ like fools Swear we broke every small-town rule If this is the start What we gonna do? We’re halfway through raising hell Not halfway through [Extended Chorus / Outro] Mud flying (mud flying) Sun climbing (sun climbing) Clock saying we’re just past two Boots sliding (boots sliding) Hearts driving We ain’t even close That’s the truth This day’s wild Write our names in the dirt Laugh till our sides both hurt If this is the start What we gonna do? We’re halfway through raising hell Not halfway through (Yeah, halfway through raising hell, not halfway through)

rock, Rowdy country-rock banger with crunchy telecasters, big half-time drums, and a swaggering male vocal. Verses stay tight and riff-driven; chorus explodes with gang shouts, stacked harmonies, and crowd-chant energy. Fiddle doubles the main hook, bass stays dirty and upfront. Middle-eight drops to toms and handclaps, then slams back into a double chorus and extended outro chant to push past the three-minute mark., country

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