Moonshine Trucks Dancin'

[Verse 1]
Rust on the tailgate, dust on my boots
Koozie in my right hand, radio on roots
Bonfire cracklin', we’re kickin' up luck
Headlights spinnin' circles from them old back roads
[Chorus]
We got moonshine trucks dancin' in the gravel lot
Kickin' up clouds ‘til we lose the clocks
Tailgates droppin', hearts wide open to it
Yeah it’s midnight loud and we’re leanin’ into it
Bare feet, blue jeans, bodies all in tune
To a whole lot of country music under that moon
[Verse 2]
Granddad’s Chevy, paint chipped thin
Four-wheel prayer with a cooler tucked in
Fiddle on the speakers, sweet and rough
Girl in a ball cap sayin’ turn it up
[Chorus]
We got moonshine trucks dancin' in the gravel lot
Kickin' up clouds ‘til we lose the clocks
Tailgates droppin', hearts wide open to it
Yeah it’s midnight loud and we’re leanin’ into it
Bare feet, blue jeans, bodies all in tune
To a whole lot of country music under that moon
[Bridge]
Someone’s mama’s recipe burnin’ just right (oh yeah)
Laughin’ at the future in the glow of the night
Every worn-out heartbeat findin’ that groove
In the dirt, in the dark, with a hell of a view
[Chorus]
We got moonshine trucks dancin' in the gravel lot
Kickin' up clouds ‘til we lose the clocks
Tailgates droppin', hearts wide open to it
Yeah it’s midnight loud and we’re leanin’ into it
Bare feet, blue jeans, bodies all in tune
To a whole lot of country music under that moon

country, Warm pop-country groove with old-school twang, male vocals. Brushed snare and upright-sounding bass lock with a shuffling acoustic, Telecaster fills weaving around a catchy vocal. Verses stay intimate and story-driven, chorus opens wider with stacked harmonies and a big singalong hook. Fiddle and pedal steel answer the vocal lines; subtle organ pad blooms in the last chorus for a heart-swelling finish., pop