Tailgate Confessions
Alex Wilson
Description
"Tailgate Confessions" is a feel-good country-pop anthem that captures the essence of small-town camaraderie and late-night revelations. Set against the backdrop of a pickup truck tailgate under a starlit sky, the song explores themes of friendship, vulnerability, and the unspoken bonds that tie people together. With its catchy chorus and relatable storytelling, it's a celebration of the simple truths and shared experiences that make life meaningful. The song seamlessly blends honky-tonk instrumentation with a modern country-pop sensibility, creating an energetic and engaging listening experience.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] That rust on my tailgate has heard more than my mom 'Bout last Friday’s paycheck and where it all went wrong Jimmy’s swearing off whiskey, says he’s done with the stuff 'Til Sarah shoots him a wink and he’s callin' her bluff Yeah, the truth gets a little more honest out here Underneath the moon and a couple cheap beers [Chorus] We're in our Sunday best, sittin' on a Saturday night Spillin' our guts under one dim dome light From who you're gonna kiss to who you're gonna miss It all comes out with a little truth like this Yeah, we all got secrets and we all got sins And the church of this tailgate is where the healing begins It's our tailgate confessions [Verse 2] Jenny’s telling stories 'bout her California dream Says she’s gonna pack her bags and finally leave this scene But we all know she’ll be here when the summer rolls around 'Cause her heart’s tied up too tight in this little map-dot town And Tommy’s playin' tough, but his eyes are gettin’ wet Talkin' 'bout a proposal and a ring he ain’t bought yet [Chorus] We're in our Sunday best, sittin' on a Saturday night Spillin' our guts under one dim dome light From who you're gonna kiss to who you're gonna miss It all comes out with a little truth like this Yeah, we all got secrets and we all got sins And the church of this tailgate is where the healing begins It's our tailgate confessions [Bridge] There’s no judgment here in the gravel and the dust Just a circle of friends and a little bit of trust The crickets are the choir, the stars are the stained-glass view And for a couple hours, everything feels true [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] We're in our Sunday best, sittin' on a Saturday night Spillin' our guts under one dim dome light From who you're gonna kiss to who you're gonna miss It all comes out with a little truth like this Yeah, we all got secrets and we all got sins And the church of this tailgate is where the healing begins It's our tailgate confessions [Outro] Yeah, our tailgate confessions Oh, pass me another one Spill it all out now Underneath that moon