Tailgate Dust
v4
@Gerardo Antonio Molina
Tailgate Dust
v4
@Gerardo Antonio Molina
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mud on the fender
Coffee gone cold
Two-lane morning
And a tank half low
Your truck bed's full of
A chair and a cooler
We don't need much
Just a map and a mover
[Pre-Chorus]
Windows down, let it roll
Hear that gravel sing
You got a laugh that cracks
Right through anything
[Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Verse 2]
Grocery bags on the bench seat
Fry sauce on your jeans
Your little brother's radio
Blaring old-time dreams
We stop by the river
For a skipped-stone round
You lean on my shoulder
Like the whole world's slowed down
[Pre-Chorus]
That sun's getting low and gold
Paints the barn red-bright
You got that way of making
A hard day feel light
[Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Bridge]
When the tires hit home
And the night comes slow
We'll leave those footprints
Where the dandelions grow
One more spin around
One more song to sing
With your hand in mine
It's everything
[Final Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Outro]
Tailgate dust
Tailgate dust
Bab y, that's enough
Mud on the fender
Coffee gone cold
Two-lane morning
And a tank half low
Your truck bed's full of
A chair and a cooler
We don't need much
Just a map and a mover
[Pre-Chorus]
Windows down, let it roll
Hear that gravel sing
You got a laugh that cracks
Right through anything
[Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Verse 2]
Grocery bags on the bench seat
Fry sauce on your jeans
Your little brother's radio
Blaring old-time dreams
We stop by the river
For a skipped-stone round
You lean on my shoulder
Like the whole world's slowed down
[Pre-Chorus]
That sun's getting low and gold
Paints the barn red-bright
You got that way of making
A hard day feel light
[Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Bridge]
When the tires hit home
And the night comes slow
We'll leave those footprints
Where the dandelions grow
One more spin around
One more song to sing
With your hand in mine
It's everything
[Final Chorus]
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Kick it up and come with us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
We were born to shake it off
(Shake it off)
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Let it fly, let it ride on us
Tailgate dust, tailgate dust
Baby, that's enough
[Outro]
Tailgate dust
Tailgate dust
Bab y, that's enough
Style of Music
American country rock with a driving mid-tempo two-step, crunchy electric guitars, stomping kick and snare, and steady bass bounce; verse rides sparse pickin' and handclaps, pre-chorus opens with rising gang harmonies, chorus hits with wide power chords and a singback hook. Close-mic lead vocal with rough doubles on the hook, short delay throws on the last word, banjo twang in the gaps, slide-guitar fills into the turnaround. Bright, road-worn, and punchy, country rock
