Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bare feet racing down that hill Hand-me-down bike, bent back wheel Mama on the porch yelling, "Slow down!" We just laughed, dust all over this town [Chorus] We had grass stains, fireflies Skinned-up knees and big blue skies Nothing in our pockets but time to burn Mud on our faces, sun on our shoulders Every summer day felt a little bit bolder Playing in the yard like the world would never turn (yeah, let it turn) [Verse 2] Sprinkler making diamonds in the air Cardboard box turned rocket chair Sidewalk chalk on the old driveway Spelled our names like they’d never fade away [Chorus] We had grass stains, fireflies Skinned-up knees and big blue skies Nothing in our pockets but time to burn Mud on our faces, sun on our shoulders Every summer day felt a little bit bolder Playing in the yard like the world would never turn (let it turn, let it turn) [Bridge] Now I drive past that little white gate Swing still squeaks, paint still flaked Close my eyes, I’m right back there Chasing you through the evening air [Chorus] With grass stains, fireflies Skinned-up knees and big blue skies Nothing in our pockets but time to burn Mud on our faces, sun on our shoulders Every summer day felt a little bit bolder Playing in the yard like the world would never turn Playing in the yard like the world would never turn (oh, let it turn)
Tags
country, Bright, bouncy country shuffle with acoustic guitar strums, brushed snare, and upright bass. Male vocals with a friendly twang, light fiddle fills between phrases. Choruses lift with stacked harmonies and claps, bridge leans on a warm pedal steel swell. Keep it tight and sunny, like a front-porch singalong., happy
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026