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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wake up slow
To a red-bird call
Fields full of gold
And a big blue sprawl
My country is beauti
I see it every day
In the river bend
And the wide road way
[Pre-Chorus]
I admire its Nature
From the pines to the plains
Every little valley
Knows my name
And I feel that pull
When the season turns
Like a porch light home
In a heart that burns
[Chorus]
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
I’m proud of its Liberty
I cherish its Freedom (cherish its Freedom)
That’s the song in me
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
Strong in the morning sun
I stand up and sing it
For the place I come from
[Verse 2]
Old fence lines lean
By the barnwood lane
Kids laugh loud
In the summer rain
Church bells ring
Through the Saturday
And the whole town knows
How to celebrate
My boots on dirt
My hand on heart
I carry this land
Like a living part
[Pre-Chorus]
I admire its Nature
Where the wild things roam
Every winding creek
Leads me home
And I feel that fire
In the honest air
Like a promise kept
By the people there
[Chorus]
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
I’m proud of its Liberty
I cherish its Freedom (cherish its Freedom)
That’s the song in me
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
Strong in the morning sun
I stand up and sing it
For the place I come from
[Bridge]
Let the storms roll through
Let the seasons change
Still the roots run deep
In the harvest grain
Hand to hand
And heart to heart
We keep the light
We were given at the start
[Final Chorus]
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
I’m proud of its Liberty
I cherish its Freedom (cherish its Freedom)
That’s the song in me
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
Strong in the morning sun
I stand up and sing it
For the place I come from
My country is beauti (my country is beauti)
Yeah, I sing it loud and true
I cherish its Freedom
And I give thanks too
Details
GeneratedMay 24, 2026
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country with steady two-step groove, brushed drums and mandolin shimmer; verse rides acoustic guitar and upright bass, pre-chorus lifts with fiddle turns and harmony stack, chorus lands with singalong gang vocals and a short clap pattern. Lead vocal stays warm and close-mic, with doubled hook lines and little delay throws on the title phrase. Ear candy: pedal-steel swells into the chorus, a pick-slide turn into the bridge, and a final lift with handclaps. Bright, open, and dusty-clean in the mix., country
Credits
Prompt by
Jl44
Jl44ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I love My country is beauti. I admire its Nature. I'm proud of its Liberty. I cherish its Freedom. My favorite genre of music is Country.
