

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Mud on the truck seat Boot print on the dash Driveway’s just a dirt road Mailbox leanin’ in the grass Chew cup in the cup holder Beer box in the back Dog hair on my flannel Winning ticket on the dash [Chorus] That’s that backroad country shit Gas tank low, still runnin’ it Circle K ice in a Styrofoam lid Friday night, yeah, we on that kick Hole in my jeans, but I’m feelin’ rich Duct-taped cooler and a half-broke hitch If you know, then you just grin a bit Hell yeah, that’s that country shit (woo) [Verse 2] Bonfire in a cow field Tailgates for the chairs Smoke in my old ball cap Bass thumpin’ out the air Copenhagen in my pocket Two-step in the dust Lipstick on a Solo cup She laughs, “boy, you a messed-up plus” (c’mon) [Chorus] That’s that backroad country shit Truck bed stage and a cheap warm fifth Boots too worn but they still don’t quit Lost my tab but I still won’t split Stain on the seat where my ex once lit Her last smoke, man, I don’t miss it If it’s rough, if it’s loud, if it barely fits Raise a can to that country shit (hey!) [Bridge] Call it redneck, I call it home Rust and rope and an old payphone Granddad’s land and a little spit shine Turnin’ spare change into a damn good time [Chorus] That’s that backroad country shit Hand-me-down pride, can’t buy this grit Homemade shine in a mason twist Sunday talk, Friday gettin’ lit Scratch-off dreams in a glove box pit Broke on paper, but it don’t feel it If your heart beats slow when the daylight hits But wild in the dark, that’s country shit (yeah)
Tags
country, Rowdy modern country banger: crunchy Telecaster riffs, big half-time drums, subby low-end. Male vocals with a smirking drawl; verses sit tight and talky, chorus opens up huge with stacked gang shouts. Fiddle runs answer vocal lines, barroom crowd ad-libs on hooks, and a breakdown drops to kick, claps, and vocal before the final chorus explodes.
2:52
No
1/30/2026