Country Fried Kiss
Alex Wilson
Description
A high-energy, foot-stomping country-pop anthem with a rebellious heart and a playful wink. "Country Fried Kiss" blends twangy electric guitar riffs, a driving kick drum, and sassy banjo licks with a gritty, funk-infused bassline. A raucous fiddle adds Southern swagger, while the melody is bold, catchy, and slightly mischievous. The chorus is an irresistible singalong, dripping with cheeky charm and just barely radio-safe energy. Expect an upbeat, danceable tempo perfect for a tailgate party, evoking imagery of muddy backroads, moonshine jars, and flirty, late-night riverbank shenanigans under a Kentucky sky. The song is fun, unapologetic, and celebratory, designed to get fans hollering and moving. Features call-and-response sections and instrumental breaks for maximum audience engagement.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Rollin’ down a backroad, mud on my tires, Radio’s blarin’, settin’ hearts on fire. She’s in cut-off jeans, givin’ me that grin, Got a wild streak wider than a Kentucky sin. Sippin’ on a jar, moonshine’s got that kick, Her lips are callin’ for a country fried kiss. Pre-Chorus She’s a little bit sassy, a whole lotta trouble, Makin’ my heart race, poppin’ my bubble. Chorus Gimme that country fried kiss, hot like a skillet, Taste of that twang, yeah, you know I’m feelin’ it. Dirty and funky, got my boots in a twist, She’s my sweet mischief, that country fried kiss! (Ooh, smack that lip, let it rip, let’s go!) Verse 2 Parked by the river, fireflies in the air, She’s dancin’ barefoot, got that devil-may-care. Her hair’s a mess, but she’s lookin’ so fine, Stealin’ my breath like a jug of cheap wine. Whisperin’ sweet nothin’s that ain’t quite clean, This girl’s a spark in my gasoline dream. Pre-Chorus She’s a little bit reckless, a whole lotta fun, Got me spinnin’ like a shotgun under the sun. Chorus Gimme that country fried kiss, hot like a skillet, Taste of that twang, yeah, you know I’m feelin’ it. Dirty and funky, got my boots in a twist, She’s my sweet mischief, that country fried kiss! (Ooh, smack that lip, let it rip, let’s go!) Bridge She’s my cornbread queen with a wink and a bite, Turnin’ up the heat in the dead of the night. Ain’t no city polish, just raw and real, Her kiss is the spark that’s makin’ me reel. (Yeah, crank that fiddle, let it squeal!) Verse 3 Tailgate down, we’re howlin’ at the moon, Two-steppin’ trouble to a rowdy tune. She leans in close, got that devilish spark, Lightin’ up my world in the Kentucky dark. Fans are screamin’, they love this jam, Barely radio-safe, but we don’t give a damn! Chorus Gimme that country fried kiss, hot like a skillet, Taste of that twang, yeah, you know I’m feelin’ it. Dirty and funky, got my boots in a twist, She’s my sweet mischief, that country fried kiss! (Ooh, smack that lip, let it rip, let’s go!) Outro So grab your darlin’, let the good times hiss, Pucker up, baby, for a country fried kiss! (Yeah, that’s my country fried kiss!)