Tailgate Voodoo

Intro

Spoken"(Lainey) You smell that smoke in the pines, Ella? (Ella) That's the sound of a bad man's luck running completely dry. Turn it down low, boys... let's work some magic."introVerse 1laineyA midnight shadow in a tall pine groveUnder a moon where the crimson flowedellaYou thought you could double-cross a country queenAnd drive away clean in your shiny machinebothBut we dropped the tailgate and we lit the woodAnd we're working a voodoo that you wish you understoodChorusDark heavy stomp and rumbling chantLight up the bonfire! (Crowd: Burn!)Slam down the whiskey! (Crowd: Slam!)Tailgate voodoo! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Smoky pine magic! (Crowd: Smoke!)Wash away his memory! (Crowd: Gone!)Out of this county! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)Verse 2ellaWe took your silver lighter and your old pocket knifeAnd we're cutting your memory right out of our lifelaineyYou can call the sheriff, you can call the priestBut the storm is already rolling from the eastbothGo ahead and hitchhike back to where you came'Cause by tomorrow morning, the trees won't know your nameChorusDark heavy stomp and rumbling chantLight up the bonfire! (Crowd: Burn!)Slam down the whiskey! (Crowd: Slam!)Tailgate voodoo! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Smoky pine magic! (Crowd: Smoke!)Wash away his memory! (Crowd: Gone!)Out of this county! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)BridgeMusic strips back to just a low, heavy heartbeat drum and deep acoustic slideThe smoke is rising high and the spell is castYou're just a broken ghost sitting in our pastCrowd building a low, powerful chant: Burn! Burn! Burn! Hey!Final ChorusThe entire band explodes into a massive, dark Southern rock wall of soundLight up the bonfire! (Crowd: Burn!)Slam down the whiskey! (Crowd: Slam!)Tailgate voodoo! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Smoky pine magic! (Crowd: Smoke!)Wash away his memory! (Crowd: Gone!)Out of this county! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)TagThe slide guitar screams high and wildYeah, it's tailgate voodooCrowd shouts: Burning up the woods!A bad man's memoryCrowd shouts: Left in the dust!