Tailgate Gospel

Built around Finding your own kind of church at a tailgate party - communion through beer and brotherhood. Dust & Wire's red-clay authenticity carries the concept through country-rock that rewards repeat listens. "Like a prayer going up to the Saturday sky" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs rowdy, spiritual. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.

[verse 1] Back the truck up to the forty-yard line Cooler full of cold ones, everything's fine Charcoal's lit, the smoke is rising high Like a prayer going up to the Saturday sky We don't need a building or a bell Just a parking lot and a story to tell Every can we crack is a little amen Tailgate gospel, congregation of ten [chorus] Tailgate gospel, preach it loud Raise your red cup to the crowd Tailgate gospel, this is our church Where the faithful gather and the cold ones work Sing it with me now, everybody knows The tailgate gospel is how the spirit flows Bump the bass, let the good times roll Tailgate gospel, save your soul [verse 2] Brother Bobby's preaching from the truck bed pulpit Testimony about the fish he caught, full of it Sister Tammy's blessing the potato salad bowl Deacon Dave is manning the charcoal The sermon today is about living right Loving your neighbor every Saturday night The collection plate's just passing the chips And the holy water's ice cold at the lips [chorus] Tailgate gospel, preach it loud Raise your red cup to the crowd Tailgate gospel, this is our church Where the faithful gather and the cold ones work Sing it with me now, everybody knows The tailgate gospel is how the spirit flows Bump the bass, let the good times roll Tailgate gospel, save your soul [bridge] We believe in Saturdays and sunshine In good friends and a good time In telling the truth after drink number three Tailgate gospel, set me free [verse 3] The sun goes down and the headlights turn on Somebody's strumming an old Hank song Strangers become family by the second verse Tailgate gospel, could be worse Could be stuck inside watching someone else live Instead we're out here with everything to give So if you need a church that don't judge your jeans Pull up to the tailgate, you know what I mean [chorus] Tailgate gospel, preach it loud Raise your red cup to the crowd Tailgate gospel, this is our church Where the faithful gather and the cold ones work Sing it with me now, everybody knows The tailgate gospel is how the spirit flows Bump the bass, let the good times roll Tailgate gospel, save your soul