Mud on the Tires
Alex Wilson
Description
A high-energy pop country anthem celebrating the joys of rural living, 'Mud on the Tires' is a feel-good track perfect for summer nights and backroad adventures. The song features a catchy chorus, vibrant instrumentation including banjo, electric guitar, and pedal steel, and layered harmonies that create an infectious, sing-along vibe. From bonfire parties to skinny-dipping in the old mill pond, it captures the spirit of carefree youth and small-town camaraderie.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Rollin’ down a backroad, windows cracked wide, Dust cloud swirlin’ in the pickup’s wild ride. Got my boots on the dash, radio cranked up loud, Singin’ off-key, drawin’ stares from the crowd. Hay in my hair from a tractor joyride, Sneakin’ sweet tea with a lemon slice vibe. This small-town circus is my kind of scene, Where the fireflies dance and the grass stays green. Pre-Chorus Ain’t no red carpet, just a dirt road stage, Kickin’ up trouble in our rebel young age. Chorus Mud on the tires, sparks in the air, Bonfire blazin’, we ain’t got a care! Tailgate down, yeah, we’re feelin’ alive, Pop a cold one, let the good times thrive. From the barn to the creek, we’re raisin’ the stakes, Rural life’s a party, make no mistake! Mud on the tires, that’s our kind of high, Livin’ it loud ‘neath a wide-open sky! Verse 2 Skinny-dippin’ dares in the ol’ mill pond, Laughin’ so hard, we can’t sing along. Cousin Jake’s got his air guitar shred, While the crickets keep time to the words we said. Flannel shirt knotted, I’m a hot mess queen, Two-steppin’ sloppy on a field of dreams. This ain’t no city, no neon in sight, Just stars and a cooler keepin’ cans ice-cold right. Pre-Chorus Ain’t no velvet ropes, just a barbed wire fence, Party’s gettin’ wild, and it don’t make sense! Chorus Mud on the tires, sparks in the air, Bonfire blazin’, we ain’t got a care! Tailgate down, yeah, we’re feelin’ alive, Pop a cold one, let the good times thrive. From the barn to the creek, we’re raisin’ the stakes, Rural life’s a party, make no mistake! Mud on the tires, that’s our kind of high, Livin’ it loud ‘neath a wide-open sky! Bridge (Guitar riffs with a sassy twang, building to a clap-along beat) We’re dodgin’ the sheriff on a midnight run, Chasin’ the moon just for kicks and fun. No fancy plans, just a tank full of gas, Raisin’ a ruckus till the good Lord laughs! Chorus Mud on the tires, sparks in the air, Bonfire blazin’, we ain’t got a care! Tailgate down, yeah, we’re feelin’ alive, Pop a cold one, let the good times thrive. From the barn to the creek, we’re raisin’ the stakes, Rural life’s a party, make no mistake! Mud on the tires, that’s our kind of high, Livin’ it loud ‘neath a wide-open sky! Outro So crank up the speakers, let the backroads call, Mud on the tires, yeah, we’re lovin’ it all! (Fade with layered 'Mud on the tires' vocals)