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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Folded shirt
On a twin bed frame
Mama’s hands
Shaking on my name tag
Dad stares hard
At the old screen door
He went at nineteen
I’m leaving at eighteen
For another war
[Chorus]
I’m too young to drink
Old enough to die
Learned to drive last summer
Now I’m learning how to fight
Got a bus seat, got a Bible
Got a number, not a choice
Eighteen and leaving
With a boy’s face
And a soldier’s voice (oh Lord)
[Verse 2]
Last shift
At the feed store lot
Cassie cried
Said “write when you can talk”
We carved our names
In the loading dock rail
Promised each other
If I make it back
We’ll have a church bell
[Chorus]
I’m too young to drink
Old enough to die
Learned to drive last summer
Now I’m learning how to fight
Got a bus seat, got a Bible
Got a number, not a choice
Eighteen and leaving
With a boy’s face
And a soldier’s voice
[Bridge]
Will the sand look
Anything like our red clay
Will I still see
Friday night lights from far away
If I don’t come home
Plant my boots by that front door
Tell them I was just a kid
Who went and did
What he was asked of for
[Chorus]
I’m too young to drink
Old enough to die
Mama’s tears on my collar
Daddy’s pride in his eyes
Got a bus seat, got a Bible
Got a prayer in my throat
Eighteen and leaving
For a war I barely know
[Outro]
Folded flag
In a picture frame
Mama whispers
Every night my name
Eighteen and leaving
Echoes through this town
One boy gone
While the world keeps turning round
Details
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
Duration4:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Raw country ballad, male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and brushed snare, subtle pedal steel swelling in the chorus. Verses stay close and conversational, almost spoken; chorus opens with wider chords and simple three-part harmonies. Bridge strips down to vocal and guitar before the final chorus returns with fuller band and a gentle organ pad for emotional lift.
Credits
Prompt bythunder_road_rebels
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Going to war at 18, country
