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Lyrics
[Verse]
Starting out simple, dirt road fate,
Where the cows congregate near the broken gate.
Riffles in the pickup, moonshine in hand,
Living off the land where the tractors stand.
[Chorus]
From the holler to the mansion, rags to thrills,
Country-born souls chasing those hills.
Beverly dreams met with city sights,
Country boys shining under them bright lights.
[Verse 2]
Wilma caught a bass, Bubba hit the jackpot,
First-class shift from a clay pot to a crockpot.
Traded overalls for suits with gold trim,
Still, the rooster crows, can’t forget the hymn.
[Bridge]
Staring at the skyline, but the heart stays rural,
Gravy on the plate, dreams spinning like squirrel.
Mama knitting quilts in the penthouse den,
Cash flowing hefty but we country till the end.
[Chorus]
From the holler to the mansion, rags to thrills,
Country-born souls chasing those hills.
Beverly dreams met with city sights,
Country boys shining under them bright lights.
[Verse 3]
Gold-plated tractor, green still stacked,
Farm wisdom mixing with multi-colored plaques.
Critters in the backyard, snooty city neighbors,
Laughing by the grill while fixing up favors.
Details
GeneratedApr 18, 2025
Duration2:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, male vocals, banjo and 808s blend, country rap fusion, country
Credits
Prompt byIndiePattern773
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A country rap song about life in the country with a Beverly Hillbillies like story line
