Glorious Mistakes
Alex Wilson
Description
A high-energy, honky-tonk shuffle in A major, 'Glorious Mistakes' celebrates the carefree spirit of letting loose and embracing imperfections. Driven by a rollicking piano that lays down a foundation of chordal movement. The song features a tight-knit ensemble including a walking upright bass, snappy swung drums, and a twangy Telecaster. A fiddle adds playful flourishes and a pedal steel imbues the track with both playful and melancholic slides. Raucous gang vocals in the choruses create an irresistible sing-along atmosphere, perfect for any barroom. The song explores the reckless abandon of a night filled with good times and questionable decisions.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] She laughed too loud when she slid in the seat, Kicked her boots up, said, “Ain’t life sweet?” I tipped my hat, poured two from the well, Said, “Here’s to bad ideas we tell so well.” Band was bangin’ on a half-tuned song, We were singin’ off key but we sang along. [Chorus] Here’s to glorious mistakes, Where the good times bend and the rules all break. Neon truth in a shot glass shine, Two-step stumblin’ over county lines. We’ll toast the wrong roads love can take, Here’s to glorious, glorious mistakes. [Verse 2] Tabletop dancin’, spillin’ that gin, Barroom preacher yellin’ “Can I get an amen?” She stole my hat, I stole her kiss, The kind of mess you don’t wanna miss. Fiddle caught fire, piano rolled, We let our troubles slip out uncontrolled. [Chorus] Here’s to glorious mistakes, Where the good times bend and the rules all break. Neon truth in a shot glass shine, Two-step stumblin’ over county lines. We’ll toast the wrong roads love can take, Here’s to glorious, glorious mistakes. [Bridge] Maybe we’ll pay when the daylight comes, But tonight we’re rich on the poor man’s fun. Ain’t no jury in this honky-tonk, Just a swingin’ door and a rowdy song. [Guitar Solo] (Telecaster solo in A Major, building intensity and incorporating classic country licks) [Final Chorus] Here’s to glorious mistakes, Where the band plays loud and the floorboards shake. Neon truth in a shot glass shine, Two-step stumblin’ over county lines. We’ll toast the wrong roads love can take, Here’s to glorious, glorious mistakes. [Outro] She raised her glass, I matched her grin, And the night said, “Darlin’, let’s do it again.”