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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The moon hangs low like a borrowed dime,
I light another, try to buy some time.
Whiskey’s warm, but it don’t burn right,
Her name still lingers in the Georgia night.
[Chorus]
On this porch in Dahlonega, I’m fighting the dark,
With a cigarette glow and a whiskey-worn heart.
I can drown the bottle, but I can't drown her name,
She’s the smoke in my lungs, and the fire in my pain.
[Verse 2]
The screen door creaks like a ghost’s own laugh,
Her shadow’s still walking the garden path.
Every sip’s a prayer she won’t come back,
But the wind whispers secrets, and it’s her voice I lack.
[Prechorus]
I thought the night could hold me still,
But her memory bends it to her will.
[Chorus]
On this porch in Dahlonega, I’m fighting the dark,
With a cigarette glow and a whiskey-worn heart.
I can drown the bottle, but I can't drown her name,
She’s the smoke in my lungs, and the fire in my pain.
[Bridge]
The crickets hum, but it’s her tune they play,
I can't tune her out, no matter how I pray.
Ashes fall like stars from my trembling hand,
But the night keeps her closer than I ever can.
Details
GeneratedDec 6, 2025
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, acoustic-driven with soft fingerpicking and warm slide guitar; male vocals, soulful
Credits
Prompt by
RMFP
RMFPModelAria v5
Prompt
Country, a break up song told from the perspective from the man who tries to numb his pain by smoking and drinking on his porch in Dahlonega but her memory still haunts him
