Yeah (yeah)
Amen… pass that cooler (uh)

Friday sunset, dust in the air
Truck bed packed, we don’t need chairs
Radio loud, speakers blown
Prayin’ we make it home but we gone
Mama texts, “Be safe tonight”
She know how we live under Friday lights
Hands in the sky when the bass hit low
Blessed by the dirt and the stereo

Ain’t perfect, still believe
Grace don’t flinch at what it sees

This a tailgate testimony (yeah)
Hands up, beer cold, singin’ holy
We ain’t saints, but we know His name
Still thank God for another day
From the mud to the melody
Every scar got a memory
This a tailgate testimony
Hallelujah with my homies (amen)

Bonfire glow on a Friday night
Cross on my chest catchin’ headlight shine
Been bent, been broke, been low
Still made it out when we weren’t supposed
Every win feel borrowed time
Every loss taught a lesson mine
I don’t preach, I just tell it true
Grace met me halfway in these boots

Found me right where I stand
Not where I planned

This a tailgate testimony (yeah)
Hands up, beer cold, singin’ holy
We ain’t saints, but we know His name
Still thank God for another day
From the mud to the melody
Every scar got a memory
This a tailgate testimony
Hallelujah with my homies (yeah, yeah)

If tonight the world slow down
Let the song carry us now
Lift one up for the ones who gone
Still hear ‘em singin’ along

This a tailgate testimony (amen)
Dirt road choir, sing it boldly
Ain’t perfect, never claimed to be
Just grateful for the breath in me
From the mud to the melody
Still standin’ where I’m meant to be
This a tailgate testimony
Praise God, pass the keys to me (whoa)

Yeah…
Faith, family, Friday nights (uh)
Amen to that…