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[Verse]
Friday clock ticks, the whistle blows,
Dusty boots, worn-out clothes,
The sunset’s painting the evening sky,
Time to live before time flies by.
[Verse 2]
Crackling fire, the stars align,
A mason jar of homemade shine,
Laughter echoes through the pines,
We’re chasing joy, leaving worries behind.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.
[Verse 3]
Saturday’s calling, fishing lines sway,
Skipping stones where the river plays,
Friends and family gather ‘round,
In this little piece of heaven we’ve found.
[Verse 4]
Sunday mornings, a gospel breeze,
Harmony hums through the old oak trees,
We bow our heads, grateful and true,
For a weekend well spent under skies so blue.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.
Details
GeneratedJun 22, 2025
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
smooth country accent, melodic, acoustic, male vocals, soulful, soul, deep, smooth, country, happy, campfire music
Credits
Prompt by
BloodDiamondVortex45
BloodDiamondVortex45ModelAria v4
Prompt
Zach bryan type voice, smooth country accent singing and whistling a happy tune, campfire music, modern country with an old soul,deep soulful lyrics about making the most out of the weekends
