Tailgate in the Trailer Park

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[Intro]
"Josh Allen back to pass…
Bills Mafia, this one’s for you"
[crowd roar rising]
"From Buffalo to Arkansas,
turn the volume all the way up"

[Verse 1]
Buffalo Bills Mafia
flag tacked up on the trailer wall
Blue, red, white on a rusted door
still feels ten feet tall
Wings in the fryer
smoke sneakin’ through the screen
Old cooler full of off-brand beer
but we livin’ like a dream

[Chorus]
Tailgate in the trailer park, turn it up louder
Stompin’ in the gravel like we in the upper tower
Buffalo Bills Mafia, hearts beat prouder
Think about Dad and we sing it even prouder
Yeah, twenty years he carried that flame
From the plant to the pews, same last name
Amrhein on the mailbox, worn but it stands
We raise our cups high, his legacy in our hands

[Verse 2]
Static on the TV
then the anthem cuts through clear
We all hush up for a second
like his voice still in our ear
He taught me how to season those wings
said, “Son, take your time”
How to show up for your people
how to walk that honest line

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Two decades of early mornings
steel toes by the door
[building drums]
Paychecks stretched and prayers said
"Kids, you’re worth workin’ for"
Now it’s us out in this small yard
under that southern sky
Bills cap on the dash, his photograph
watchin’ us get by

[guitars swell, big tom build]
From Buffalo snow
to this Arkansas dust
That old family name
still feels like trust

[Chorus]