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[Verse 1]
He came home wearing half the backyard
Mud on his paws and a grin too wide
Chocolate coat, ears flopping like flags
Took one look at me and ran inside
The mailman knows him, the neighbors do too
There’s a fresh little crater where the flower bed grew
He ain't mean, he just can't sit still
That dog’s got a motor and a heart of a hill
[Pre-Chorus]
I say, “Trouble, drop it,” he bolts down the hall
With my old work boot swinging proud in his jaw
[Chorus]
Trouble, you wirey hell of a hound
Turn a quiet little house upside down
You steal my socks, you chase every truck
You wear me out, then you climb in my lap
Chocolate lab with a runaway soul
Four muddy feet and a heart of gold
If trouble’s coming, I know who to blame
But I wouldn't trade that wild dog for a thing
[Verse 2]
He found a way through the screen door last July
Came back with a tennis ball and a butterfly
He barked at the vacuum, then slept through the storm
Snored on the couch like a chainsaw in a barn
At the county fair, he slipped his old red leash
Took off past the tractors, grinning at the screams
I caught him by the pie stand, tail going fast
He'd eaten one biscuit and was begging for my last
[Pre-Chorus]
I say, “Trouble, come here,” he pretends he can't hear
Then he plants both paws like he owns this year
[Chorus]
Trouble, you wirey hell of a hound
Turn a quiet little house upside down
You steal my socks, you chase every truck
You wear me out, then you climb in my lap
Chocolate lab with a runaway soul
Four muddy feet and a heart of gold
If trouble’s coming, I know who to blame
But I wouldn't trade that wild dog for a thing
[Bridge]
Someday those gray hairs will cover his face
He won't race the fence or tear through the place
So tonight let him thunder across that old floor
Let him sleep with his head by my bedroom door
[Final Chorus]
Trouble, you wirey hell of a hound
Best kind of mess that I ever found
You steal my socks, you chase every truck
You wear me out, then you climb in my lap
Chocolate lab with a runaway soul
Four muddy feet and a heart of gold
If trouble’s coming, I know who to blame
And I’d choose that wild dog all over again
[Outro]
Go on, Trouble, tear up the yard
You make loving you look mighty hard
Chocolate coat, brown eyes, tail on flame
My best bad dog, and Trouble’s his name
Details
GeneratedSep 6, 2026
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern country with heavy low-end, punchy live drums, thick electric bass, gritty telecaster riffs, stomping half-time accents, bright acoustic strums, male baritone lead with a mischievous drawl, big singalong chorus, polished radio mix with sub-bass weight and crisp vocal presence
Credits
Prompt byMagicBlade23
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about a chocolate lab named trouble who is wirey as hell in modern country with lots of bass, male
