Mississippi Gets Me Frisky

[Verse 1]
Tailgate down on a Friday night
Bonfire glow and them bug-zap lights
Cooler full, but that ain’t what I’m missin'
‘Cause I’m locked in on that girl I’m kissin' (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me
That girl from Mississippi
Really knows how to get me frisky
Yeah, she leans in slow, and I’m gone, I’m dizzy
Don’t need that shot when she’s here with me
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me
[Verse 2]
Ball cap low, got her boots on my dash
Little tank top and a wildflower laugh
She says, “Boy, you don’t need that bottle”
Then she climbs on up and hits the throttle (hey!)
[Chorus]
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me
That girl from Mississippi
Really knows how to get me frisky
Yeah, she leans in slow, and I’m gone, I’m dizzy
Don’t need that shot when she’s here with me
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me
[Bridge]
From the Delta down to that red clay road
Every time she pulls me close
I forget my name, forget my drink
Just her and me on the hood, makin’ my heart beat
[Chorus]
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me
That girl from Mississippi
Really knows how to get me frisky
Yeah, she leans in slow, and I’m gone, I’m dizzy
Don’t need that shot when she’s here with me
I don’t want a sip of whiskey
I just want her lips against me

country, Modern bro-country banger with big radio energy: mid-tempo stomp-clap groove, bright acoustic guitars driving the verses, crunchy Telecaster riffs on the hooks. Male vocals with a playful swagger, stacked gang vocals on the chorus, simple sing-along melody. Big, round low end and a tailgate-party feel that peaks on the last chorus with ad-libs and extra guitar fills.