Sun Goes Down in Texas

[Intro]
Tailgate droppin’
Coolers poppin’ (hey!)
Dust kickin’ up
Yeah, the work week’s done
[Verse 1]
Sun goes down on this backroad town
We line them trucks up in a row
Firewood stacked by the county line
Red cups waitin’ on that flow
Speakers up, boys showin’ out
Lifted rigs and old ball caps
Number 12 jersey, grass-stained knees
Still got Friday night on his back
[Chorus]
When the sun goes down in Texas
That’s when we light it up
Got that heat from a little ol’ bonfire
Shinin’ off her pickup truck
Country girls dancin’ in their cutoff denim
Boots in the dirt, singin’ every word
When the sun goes down in Texas
Man, it’s the best thing on this earth (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
She got a Lone Star smile, long tan legs
Stealin’ sips from my drink
Says, “You catch that game? We smoked those fools”
Winks at me, I just can’t think
Arm ’round my neck, she steals my hat
Spins out into that glow
Her laugh’s louder than the hometown crowd
Under that orange and indigo
[Chorus]
When the sun goes down in Texas
That’s when we light it up
Got that heat from a little ol’ bonfire
Shinin’ off her pickup truck
Country girls dancin’ in their cutoff denim
Boots in the dirt, singin’ every word
When the sun goes down in Texas
Man, it’s the best thing on this earth
[Bridge]
We got smoke in our hair
We got stars in our eyes
We got touchdown stories
Growin’ bigger every time
If you’re lookin’ for heaven
You don’t need no map
It’s right here, right now
Where the party’s at (hey!)
[Chorus]
When the sun goes down in Texas
That’s when we light it up
Got that heat from a little ol’ bonfire
Shinin’ off her pickup truck
Country girls dancin’ in their cutoff denim
Boots in the dirt, singin’ every word
When the sun goes down in Texas
Man, it’s the best thing on this earth
[Outro]
[Guitar Solo over chorus chords]
Sun goes down
We’re still loud
Texas proud
Yeah, we’re Texas proud (woah)

country, Big bro-country anthem energy with male vocals, bright twangy guitars, crowd-ready “whoa” chants. Verses ride a mid-tempo half-time groove; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide-open drums. Catchy post-chorus guitar lick and a ripping lead solo over the final hook; plenty of room for ad-lib hollers and crowd singalong., football