Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Mud on my boots Cold dawn cutting through the pines Thermos full of black Jar full of cherry shine Old dog pacing circles Tail thumping in the leaves Whitetail in my scope Heartbeat counting 1-2-3 [Chorus] Rifle Rod And ride or die (ride or die) Fishing that river Touching the sky Dog on the tailgate Girl in my lap God in my corner when the world swings back Yeah We’re kicking ass Taking every name Living this wild life Never ashamed Rifle Rod And ride or die ’Til the day I close my eyes [Verse 2] Sunset in her hair Cutoff shorts on my front seat Hank on that dash Her bare feet on my blue jeans Whispering ’bout forever While the crickets start to sing One hand on her shoulder One hand on my ring [Chorus] Rifle Rod And ride or die (ride or die) Fishing that river Touching the sky Dog on the tailgate Girl in my lap God in my corner when the world swings back Yeah We’re kicking ass Taking every name Living this wild life Never ashamed Rifle Rod And ride or die ’Til the day I close my eyes [Bridge] I’ve got scars on my knuckles Ink on my skin Gravel in my laughter Smoke on the wind If the devil comes hunting He best bring a friend ’Cause me and my people We don’t break We bend (hey!) [Chorus] Rifle Rod And ride or die (ride or die) Fishing that river Touching the sky Dog on the tailgate Girl in my lap God in my corner when the world swings back Yeah We’re kicking ass Taking every name Living this wild life Never ashamed Rifle Rod And ride or die ’Til the day I close my eyes
Tags
metal, Southern groove metal with a swampy swing, drop-tuned guitars chugging on mid-tempo riffs, double-kick bursts into halftime breakdowns. Gritty male vocals that flip from rough melody to barking shouts on the hook, gang vocals on the title line. Verse guitars stay palm-muted and tight; chorus opens with wide power chords and sliding bends. Tasteful guitar squeals between lines, bass locked-in and dirty, tom-heavy fills leading into a big, shout-along outro.
Duration
3:07
Instrumental
No
Created
4/1/2026