Tailgate Till The Sun Comes Up

[Verse 1]
Cooler in the truck bed
Red cups on the tool box
Dust kicking up in the headlights
Laugh lines deeper than the rim shots
Two-step in the gravel
Boots slip
We just laugh more
That one song on repeat
We keep yelling
"Turn it up
Turn it up!"
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up
Tailgate bouncing
Heart rate hits that downbeat
You look back over your shoulder
Like
"You ready? You better be ready"
[Chorus]
We gonna tailgate till the sun comes up
Hands to the sky
Pour another one up
Hey! Hey! [crowd chant]
This small town feeling like it’s blowing up
Bass in my chest
Feel the ground shake rough
Whoa-oh
We ain’t ever done enough
We gonna tailgate till the sun comes up
Till the sun comes up (up, up) [gang vocals]
[Verse 2]
Flannel round your hips now
Cornfield for a dance floor
Phone light halos on your freckles
You spin
And the crowd roars
Truck horns
Somebody hollers
Fireworks out the back field
Kiss tastes like cherry and trouble
And it hits harder when the drop builds
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up
Tailgate bouncing
That first hit of moonshine
Your laugh cracks right through the night
Then the beat hits right on time
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
From the back row of the parking lot
To the front row of our own main stage
We ain’t rich but we got this spot
Where the whole damn town feels bigger than the state
[chanting] Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Pour it up
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Light it up
[whispered vocals] Don’t you dare come down
’Cause we just came up
[Chorus]

folk, High-energy country-EDM crossover with bright acoustic guitar on the verses and a four-on-the-floor festival thump. Male vocals over driving strums, big sidechained synth stacks on the drops, and rowdy gang vocals on every hook. Crowd chants and claps fill the gaps; massive risers into each chorus, with a final double-time outro that feels like the last song of the night., edm, country, bright, acoustic