Forget About All The Little Things

[Verse 1]
Bills on the table
Phone at 10%
Boss in my voicemail
Talkin’ ‘bout rent
Truck needs gas and the porch light’s cracked
But we ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout none of that
Tailgate dropped in a pasture field
Cooler full of “who cares how we feel”
Dust kicked up in the high-beam glow
Turn it up loud
Let the small stuff go
[Chorus]
Forget about all the little things
We’re just livin’ for the moment
Sing
Hands up high
Hearts on fire
Right now’s all we ever required
Yeah
Trouble’s gonna wait ‘til the morning rings
‘Cause tonight we’re gonna laugh
We’re gonna drink
We’re gonna dance
Forget about all the little things
[Verse 2]
Half-warm beer in a red-plastic cup
Somebody’s dog keep runnin’ up
Bare feet stomp on a plywood board
Off-key shoutin’ like we’re on tour
Headlights lined on a gravel lane
We got loud friends
We got loud names
If it ain’t love
If it ain’t this song
It can hang tight ‘til the night is gone
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
That fight with your brother?
Leave it in the truck
Those late-night worries?
They ain’t invited to cut up
[build]
We got one clear sky
We got one loud band
We got right here
Right now
So baby take my hand (hey!)
[Chorus]

rock, High-energy country-rock banger with big drums, crunchy electric guitars, and a driving four-on-the-floor kick. Verses ride a swaggering riff with tight, rhythmic phrasing; chorus explodes with gang vocals, clap accents, and a simple, shout-along hook. Short guitar lick between sections; male vocals with a rough, beer-soaked edge and plenty of ad-libs., country