Track · May 28, 2026 · English
Joey On The Farm
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Joey was a sunburn smile
In a blue jean dress and boots
She could sing the whole damn room
And make it sound like truth
She loved old country records
And a front porch after rain
With her family and her red dirt roots
She wore that name like a chain
[Pre-Chorus]
Out by the middle Tennessee fields
She knew the names of every road
Her heart ran wild with the radio
And the land her daddy sowed
[Chorus]
Oh Joey, Joey
You were the best of us
Oh Joey, Joey
Gone too soon to touch
You were pretty as a hymn
And tough as that farm fence line
Oh Joey, Joey
Still living in our minds
[Verse 2]
Mama saved your favorite apron
By the kitchen window light
Daddy says he hears you laughing
When the rain comes in at night
Your guitar still leans in the corner
By the chair you used to claim
And every hymn and every heartbreak
Still knows your sweet first name
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the fields lie soft and quiet
But your love won’t fade away
It rides the wind through our old barn
And keeps on day by day
[Chorus]
Oh Joey, Joey
You were the best of us
Oh Joey, Joey
Gone too soon to touch
You were pretty as a hymn
And tough as that farm fence line
Oh Joey, Joey
Still living in our minds
[Bridge]
If heaven’s got a back porch
I know you found your song
With the ones who came before you
Where the loving stays strong
And when the corn turns golden
We’ll hear you there somehow
In every prayer, in every summer
You’re with us even now
[Chorus]
Oh Joey, Joey
You were the best of us
Oh Joey, Joey
Gone too soon to touch
You were pretty as a hymn
And tough as that farm fence line
Oh Joey, Joey
Still living in our minds
Style
country balladslow 6/8 sway with gentle acoustic guitarbrushed drumspedal steel sighsand a warm upright bass; verse rides sparse and closepre-chorus opens with harmony liftchorus blooms with stacked female vocals and a steel guitar hook. vocal stays intimate and cracked in versesdoubled on the chorus with soft ad-lib echoes. dusty porch-noise introa rise of fiddle before the final chorusand a tender fade with one last steel lick. bright but weary mixclose-mic and human.countryballadtalentedbeautiful
Prompt
A country, female ballad about a girl named Joey. She was beautiful and talented and loved country music. She was lived her family and her country roots on the farm in middle Tennessee. She died.
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SamaraGeneratedMay 28, 2026
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