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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots hit the dirt, spurs jingle with the beat,
Riding through Seattle where the city meets the street.
Man in a tutu, cowboy hat to his dome,
Asked if he’s a he, said “I don’t know my own home.”
Underneath the freeway, tents like a parade,
Got no job but they sure got lemonade.
[Prechorus]
Hipsters on unicycles, sipping kombucha,
I’m just tryin’ to find a saloon or a future.
[Chorus]
Saddle up, I’m ridin’ through the town,
Seattle so strange, got me laughin’ out loud.
Don’t know what they do, don’t know what they mean,
Just me and my horse, keeping the scene clean.
[Verse 2]
Passed a dude playin’ banjo, wearin’ all plaid,
His dog had a mohawk, his cat looked mad.
Skinny jeans tighter than a snake on a mouse,
Said he “works freelance” but can’t pay for his house.
They argue pronouns while I’m fixin’ my reins,
I just tip my hat, let ‘em play their games.
[Bridge]
Barista with a nose ring served me oat milk,
Told me my horse had “bad vibes” and no silk.
Gave her a wink, tipped her a dime,
Rode off into the sunset, no need for her time.
[Chorus]
Saddle up, I’m ridin’ through the town,
Seattle so strange, got me laughin’ out loud.
Don’t know what they do, don’t know what they mean,
Just me and my horse, keeping the scene clean.
Details
GeneratedNov 21, 2025
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
deep bass, and a booming 808 kick. male vocals with a playful tone, country rap, rap, blending humor and swagger., twangy acoustic guitar, deep, country
Credits
Prompt by
GulfCoastCowboy
GulfCoastCowboyModelAria v5
Prompt
A funny country rap song with deep bass about saddling up a horse and riding through Seattle making fun of the weird ass people they don’t know their gender they don’t have jobs and they live in tents
