Lyrics
[Verse]
Tripp's got a Chevy that coughs and growls
Dust on the dash and a map of miles
Best friend riding shotgun
Beer on his breath
San Saba sunsets
Racing the death
[Prechorus]
Out past the signs where the wild things play
No one’s watching
But we hear Dad’s say
[Chorus]
Don’t get caught
Boy
Don’t you slip
Or I’ll tan your hide like a bullwhip crack
Raise some hell
But keep it slick
Cuz I’ll love you hard and whip you back
[Verse 2]
Rattlesnake gravel under their wheels
Chasing the moon
Chasing cheap thrills
They laugh too loud
They drive too fast
Dodging that trouble
Hoping it won’t last
[Bridge]
The law’s a shadow
The night’s a dare
Ghost stories breathing in the warm dry air
He says
“Man
One slip
And we’re toast”
Best friend grins
“Yeah
But I’ll drive us close”
[Chorus]
Don’t get caught
Boy
Don’t you slip
Or I’ll tan your hide like a bullwhip crack
Raise some hell
But keep it slick
Cuz I’ll love you hard and whip you back
Style
distorted guitarsdriving drumbeatpunk rockmale vocalsfast tempo
Prompt
Offspring style song about Tripp and his best friend back roading through San Saba county. Trying to have a good time but stay out of trouble. Cuz his dad will lovingly whip his ass if he gets caught.
Credits
Prompt byBigTex83
GeneratedNov 2, 2025
ModelAria v5
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