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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a half-tanked truck
Dust on the dash
Boot prints climbing
Up that fence so fast
Sun sinking low
Like it’s clocking out early
Laughing while we stumble
Through the rows all dirty
[Chorus]
We get high in the cornfield
Where the world can’t find our names
Crickets singing backup
To our runaway plans
We get high in the cornfield
Breathing in that country night
Just me
That sky
This field
And everything feels right (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Pocket full of lighters
Warm can in my hand
You roll something crooked
I pretend I understand
Wind makes the green
Lean in like it’s listening
Eyes red
Hearts light
Whole damn town is missing
[Chorus]
We get high in the cornfield
Where the world can’t find our names
Crickets singing backup
To our runaway plans
We get high in the cornfield
Breathing in that country night
Just me
That sky
This field
And everything feels right
[Bridge]
Head on your shoulder
Back on the ground
Clouds crawling slow
Moon coming round
If there’s a heaven
I hope it feels like this
Dirt on our jeans
Smoke on our lips (hey!)
[Chorus]
We get high in the cornfield
Where the world can’t find our names
Crickets singing backup
To our runaway plans
We get high in the cornfield
Breathing in that country night
Just me
That sky
This field
Yeah
Everything feels right
Details
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Greasy Southern rock groove, mid-tempo swagger. Twin electric guitars with a swampy slide lead, crunchy rhythm pushing the backbeat. Male vocals, laid-back drawl on verses, big shouted gang vocals on the hook. Thick bass and roomy drums, occasional organ swells. Choruses open wider with stacked harmonies and an extra guitar riff answering the vocal., southern rock
Credits
Prompt by
DaveLewis
DaveLewisModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern rock style song about getting high in a corn field
