Yellow Jacket Banquet

[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
Paystub folded in my back pocket
Clocked out
Hit that rusted door
Same bar
Same busted jukebox
You’re lined up in that cooler
Gold label winkin’ through the frost
Bartender knows just what I’m after
Before I even talk
[Chorus]
Yellow jacket
Raise it up high
Tailgate halo in a Friday sky
That Banquet buzz
Sweet and slow
From the first cold sip to the last call glow
Yellow jacket
That’s my kind of night
Little bit of trouble in a can of light
If I’m drinkin’ one thing
You know what I mean
Yellow jacket Coors Banquet is my drink
[Verse 2]
Old friends at the corner table
Pickup stories and bad tattoos
Her laugh carryin’ through the neon
Eyes the same brown as my boots
One hand on my shoulder
Other stealin’ sips from me (hey!)
Says
"You and that yellow can
Always save the best for me"
[Chorus]
Yellow jacket
Raise it up high
Tailgate halo in a Friday sky
That Banquet buzz
Sweet and slow
From the first cold sip to the last call glow
Yellow jacket
That’s my kind of night
Little bit of trouble in a can of light
If I’m drinkin’ one thing
You know what I mean
Yellow jacket Coors Banquet is my drink
[Bridge]
Could chase that high with anything stronger
But this right here just lasts me longer
Simple
Honest
Cold and clean
Like the boy I was
And the man I’ve been
[Chorus]
Yellow jacket
Raise it up high
Tailgate halo in a Friday sky
That Banquet buzz
Sweet and slow
From the first cold sip to the last call glow
Yellow jacket
That’s my kind of night
Little bit of trouble in a can of light
If I’m drinkin’ one thing
You know what I mean
Yellow jacket Coors Banquet is my drink

Mid-tempo country-rock bar jam, crunchy Telecaster riffs and warm bass, steady kick and snare, male vocals with a sly grin. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus explodes with gang-style shout-backs and stacked harmonies. Slide guitar licks weave between lines, with a brief instrumental lift before the last hook.