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Lyrics
[Verse]
Three o'clock sharp, the truck rolls in,
Joe's got his gloves and a half-bent grin.
Dillon lights a smoke, Chase checks the haul,
Sweat's gonna stain, but they’ve seen it all.
[Chorus]
Ain't got time for no hassle or fight,
Last load of the day’s gonna end in twilight.
Keep your drama, your mess—we're just here to do it,
It's too damn late for any kind of bullshit.
[Verse 2]
Old Mrs. Carter’s got boxes to heave,
Telling tales ‘bout her nephew Steve.
Joe just nods, Dillon carries the couch,
While Chase mutters curses ‘bout the springs that bounce.
[Chorus]
Ain't got time for no hassle or fight,
Last load of the day’s gonna end in twilight.
Keep your drama, your mess—we're just here to do it,
It's too damn late for any kind of bullshit.
[Bridge]
Sun dips low on the county line,
Backs are aching, but the pay’s on time.
Cracked tailgate and a cooler of beers,
Share a laugh, shake off the day’s gears.
[Verse 3]
They’ve seen it all, from junk to treasures,
Sweat-soaked shirts and worn tape measures.
Tip your hat, keep the wheels turnin’,
Three moving men and a day's hard earnin’.
Details
GeneratedApr 14, 2025
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, male vocals, outlaw style, storytelling
Credits
Prompt by
KennyT69
KennyT69ModelAria v4
Prompt
Joe, Dillon, and Chase are starting a moving job at 3:00 pm and aren’t ready to put up with bullshit this late in the day country music, male
