Write contemporary country English female vocal lyrics in the vein of Miranda Lambert and Gretchen Wilson. Music parameters: 116 BPM, A major, polished bro-country adjacent pop-country production; core instrumentation: twangy Telecaster electric guitar riffs, driving kick drum with snare fills, weeping pedal steel licks, bright mandolin runs in place of fiddle, group hand-clap pre-choruses, powerful gritty belting female twang vocals. Emotion: giddy, unapologetic, nostalgic for hardscrabble small-town joy. Narrative centers late-summer county fair demolition derby intermission, tailgate coolers of spiked seltzer, dirt-track dust clouds, carefree teen mischief, belting singalongs as fairground neon flickers on, chasing that perfect no-regrets last weekend of August high for rowdy, line-dance-ready chorus hooks.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Tailgate down in the red clay dirt Sipping spiked seltzer in a cutoff shirt Demolition derby kicking up a cloud Man, the engine engines are running loud We got the coolers lined up in a row Waiting on the main event to start the show [Pre-Chorus] (Clap, clap) Here we go now (Clap, clap) Don't slow down August is slipping right through our hands Spinning like a ferris wheel in the sand [Chorus] Give me that dust and neon light We are running wild tonight No regrets under southern skies Watch the sparks and the gravel rise Sing it out loud, let the speakers blow This is the best damn dirt-track show [Post-Chorus] Oh, oh, dust and neon Oh, oh, keep the high on [Verse] Mandolin playing on the radio dial Got the local boys driving us wild Dent in the fender of a ninety-nine truck Yeah, we're living on a little bit of luck Smell the funnel cake burning in the breeze Got the whole town down on their knees [Pre-Chorus] (Clap, clap) Here we go now (Clap, clap) Don't slow down August is slipping right through our hands Spinning like a ferris wheel in the sand [Chorus] Give me that dust and neon light We are running wild tonight No regrets under southern skies Watch the sparks and the gravel rise Sing it out loud, let the speakers blow This is the best damn dirt-track show [Bridge] Pedal steel crying out a sweet refrain Wash away the summer heat like rain We got the fire and we got the grit And we ain't ready to quit it yet No, we ain't ready to quit it yet [Chorus] Give me that dust and neon light We are running wild tonight No regrets under southern skies Watch the sparks and the gravel rise Sing it out loud, let the speakers blow This is the best damn dirt-track show [Post-Chorus] Oh, oh, dust and neon Oh, oh, keep the high on [Outro]
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