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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Stamped my time card down
Dust still on my jeans
Left a whole day behind me
In a sheet of machine grease
Hands wrapped tight on that wheel
Miles peeling off slow
One red light, then another
Till I see my turnoff
[Pre-Chorus]
I can smell that supper
Through the screen door air
Hear my name in the hallway
Like a prayer
[Chorus]
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Let the hard world go
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where the warm lights glow
Fryin' pan singing
Kids runnin' bare feet
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where I get back to me (back to me)
[Verse 2]
Could be nails, could be numbers
Could be mud on my boots
Could be boxes, could be blood work
Could be pushin' through
Long road rollin' under me
Like a stubborn old song
But that mailbox on the gravel
Pulls me right along
[Pre-Chorus]
I can smell that supper
Through the screen door air
Hear my name in the hallway
Like a prayer
[Chorus]
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Let the hard world go
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where the warm lights glow
Fryin' pan singing
Kids runnin' bare feet
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where I get back to me (back to me)
[Bridge]
Set my keys in the bowl
Kick my boots by the mat
Lay my forehead on your shoulder
And let the day fall flat
A kiss on my salt-dry cheek
A plate piled high and plain
That kind of quiet good livin'
Washes off the rain
[Chorus]
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Let the hard world go
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where the warm lights glow
Fryin' pan singing
Kids runnin' bare feet
I'm goin' home, goin' home
Where I get back to me (back to me)
[Outro]
Home at last
Home at last
Warm lights
Warm lights
Details
GeneratedAug 11, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern country with gritty female alto vocals, midtempo two-step groove and boot-stomp percussion; verse rides acoustic guitar, muted piano, and pedal steel swells; pre-chorus strips to snare, bass, and a rising fiddle line; chorus opens with full drums, harmony stacks, and a sing-back hook. Breathy close-mic verses, rough-edged doubles on the hook, delay throws on key words, porch-chime accents and a final lift with crowd-size gang harmonies. Bright, dusty, and lived-in mix., female vocals, country
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Modern country, gritty alto female vocals, about going home at the end of the day. Worked hard all day in whatever profession, long drive home, utter relief and release getting home. Food, family
