All songs / David Alan Graham
Tailgate talking, rolling wide open, stars nowhere near closing.
Sun comin' up through a bug-smeared windshield
Coffee in a thermos
Boots on the dash
Playlist hittin' every small-town memory
We're burnin' down this two-lane fast
You got your feet on my faded blue Levi's
Laughin' at the way I say your name
You say, "Turn it up, I love this part"
And I ain't ever gonna be the same
It's a whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' wide open
Tailgate talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' up our sneakers
Whoa-oh, we ain't slowin' down
Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend
Sunburn lines and a cooler in the back seat
Your hair smellin' just like July
We're chasin' that last bit of daylight
Paintin' our names across the sky
Fireflies flicker on the fence line glowin'
You spin in my hoodie
Arms out wide
You say, "Promise me we'll always feel like this"
And I just pull you closer to my side
It's a whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' wide open
Tailgate talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' up our sneakers
Whoa-oh, we ain't slowin' down
Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend
Yeah, Monday's gonna come, I know
But right now
Let the clock run slow
Your hand in mine in the dark, just stay
If this is all we got, that's okay
From the quiet to a shout
Let the whole world hear us now (hear us now, hey)
It's a whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' wide open
Tailgate talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' up our sneakers
Whoa-oh, we ain't slowin' down
Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend (come on)
Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend
Sun comin' up through a bug-smeared windshield
Coffee in a thermos
Boots on the dash
Playlist hittin' every small-town memory
We're burnin' down F♯this two-lane fast
C♯You got your F♯feet on my faded blue Levi's
Laughin' at the way I say your name
C♯You say, "Turn it F♯up, I love this part"
And I ain't ever gonna be the same
It's a whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' wide open
Tailgate talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' up our C♯sneakers
Whoa-oh, F♯we ain't slowin' C♯down
Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
Singin' hey, F♯hey
Don't let this night C♯end
On a whoa-oh, F♯whoa-oh weekend
Sunburn F♯lines and a cooler in the back seat
Your hair smellin' just like July
We're chasin' that last bit of daylight
Paintin' our names across C♯the sky
Fireflies F♯flicker on the fence line glowin'
You spin in my hoodie
Arms out wide
You say, "Promise me we'll always feel like this"
And I just pull you closer to my side
It's a C♯whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' F♯wide open
Tailgate C♯talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' F♯up our sneakers
Whoa-oh, we ain't C♯slowin' down
Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
Singin' F♯hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh F♯weekend
Yeah, Monday's gonna come, I know
But right F♯now
Let the clock C♯run slow
Your hand in F♯mine in the dark, just stay
If this is all we got, that's okay
From the quiet C♯to a shout
Let the F♯whole world hear us now (hear us now, hey)
It's a whoa-oh weekend
Rollin' wide open
Tailgate talkin' like the stars ain't closin' (whoa-oh)
Hearts beatin' louder than the county fair speakers
Dancin' in the gravel
Kickin' up our sneakers
Whoa-oh, we ain't slowin' down
C♯Whoa-oh, whole world's our small town
F♯Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh C♯weekend
Whoa-oh, F♯whoa-oh C♯weekend F♯(whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend (come F♯on)
Singin' hey, hey
Don't let this night end
On a whoa-oh, whoa-oh weekend
This is the unfiltered pitch detection across the whole mix — vocals, bass and drums included — mapped onto a fretboard. It is not a playable arrangement and no one should try to read it as one. It is here only because it is the raw material everything else was built from.
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From the porch, Sarasota
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