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[Verse 1]
Pulled up slow in a broke-down Ford
Granny’s in the bed with a karaoke chord
Cousin Joe’s grillin’ Spam on a rake
And the cooler’s floatin’ in the pond like a boat-shaped lake
We got tiki lights made from motor oil
And a trampoline bar that’s bound to spoil
Someone yelled, “Who’s got the matches?”
Then the outhouse lit up in flashes
[Chorus]
Welcome to the Mudslide Social Club
Where the boots stay muddy and we spike the grub
We drink sweet tea (with gin)
We ride lawn mowers (to win)
And if you ain’t danced on a fridge, try again
It’s a backyard bash with a NASCAR rub
Come get weird at the Mudslide Social Club
[Verse 2]
We don’t RSVP, we just roll in loud
Brought a goat named Hank, now he runs the crowd
There’s a six-piece band playin’ on a shed
With a washboard, banjo, and a moose head
Somebody’s mama just did the splits
And Pawpaw’s moonwalkin’ in oven mitts
Tire swing broke, but no one died
Just added more ice to the slip-n-slide
[Chorus]
Welcome to the Mudslide Social Club
Where the rules are few and the snacks are sub
We throw cornhole (with bricks)
Tell love stories (to sticks)
And someone’s always gettin’ hitched or ditched
It’s a downhome circus with a beer-fueled thud
Come get lost at the Mudslide Social Club
[Verse 3]
Now the sheriff came by but he brought a pie
Said, “Y’all keep it legal… or at least don’t lie.”
We gave him a plate and a paper crown
Now he’s line dancin’ with his taser down
It ain’t a place for fancy folks
But we got good hearts and questionable jokes
So kick off them shoes, grab a folding chair
There’s no VIP — ‘cause we all live there
[Final Chorus]
Welcome to the Mudslide Social Club
Where the love runs deep and the brains run dub
We raise our glass (of who knows what)
Sing off-key (and strut)
And treat duct tape like a royal cut
If you ain’t laughed ’til your ribs gave up
You ain’t been to the Mudslide Social Club
