Letras
From the Golden State
To the heart of Germany
Let's light up this tailgate!
We pull up, lifted steel, roaring like thunder in the night
Grill's sizzling, beer's ice-cold campfire's calling us to life
German fields under moonlight, engines echo through the air
We swap "Prost!" for "Cheers!" Moonshine Bandits everywhere
Dirt flies when we jump in the pit, mud fingerprints on our skin
Line-dance boots stamp the ground—this is where the party begins
Fiddle bites under heavy bass, a twangy twist on that 808
Camo Cali meets Saxony celebrate before it's too late
Ballenstedt breakdown, tailgates and big rigs shine
Country rap and bratwurst smoke, losing track of time
Raise your cups, stomp your boots feel the heartbeat of this place
German Rednecks, Moonshine crew uniting in the bass
Sunrise sneaks over hangar walls still vibin' to that beat
Trucker horns signal one more round dance 'til we can't feel our feet
Smoke swirls from the BBQ, that Bourbon warms our veins
From Los Banos to Ballenstedt, the spirit still remains
We're scribbling our story in tire tracks across the grass
Wolf howls meet banjo strings this camaraderie will last
English flow with German flair, a mash-up made to rave
Concrete jungles fade away this is freedom that we crave
Got my tailgate open wide are you with me?
(with me)
Pick-ups flexin' chrome pride feel the energy?
(feel the energy)
From the bay to the runway let's ignite!
Let's go!
Ballenstedt breakdown, tailgates and big rigs shine
Country rap and bratwurst smoke, losing track of time
Raise your cups, stomp your boots feel the heartbeat of this place
German Rednecks, Moonshine crew uniting in the bass
Moonshine Bandits x German Rednecks
This is how we do a tailgate worldwide