Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock hits five
Steel-toes off
Boss man barking
Like a broke-down dog
Same old lecture
Same old frown
I just smile
Clock him out in my mind
Traffic crawling
But my heart speeds up
Got a YETI in the cooler
And a full tank up
Backroad calling
Like my best friend’s truck
I’m already halfway
To not giving a— (hey!)
[Pre-Chorus]
Got my paycheck folded
In the visor, waiting
All that hard week hurting
’Bout to turn to praising
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out
Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now)
From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar
Raise that red cup high like a shooting star
We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him
We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (oh yeah)
If your boss’s been bitching all damn day
Come on, clock out and turn up anyway
[Verse 2]
Pull up thumping
Tailgate throne
Dust in the headlights
Small-town glow
Koozie in my hand
Phone on mute
If he calls tonight
He can talk to my boots
Bonfire crackling
Somebody brought cornhole
Couple blondes barefoot
Dancing on a tool box roll
I see my crew
Already halfway lit
They yell, “You survived?”
I yell, “I quit… for the night!”
[Pre-Chorus]
Got that timecard crumpled
In my backseat floorboard
Every curse he threw me
Turns to one more pour
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out
Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now)
From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar
Raise that red cup high like a shooting star
We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him
We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (cheers!)
If your boss’s been bitching all damn day
Come on, clock out and turn up anyway
[Bridge]
Hands up if you earned that drink
Hands up if you’re done with the grief
Hands up if you’re sick of his voice
Hands high, let’s make some noise (hey!)
To the girls in scrubs and the boys in grime
To the late shift legends on borrowed time
We turn his barking into our choir
Singing “I’m off the clock” around this fire
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out
Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now)
From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar
Raise that red cup high like a shooting star
We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him
We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (oh yeah)
If your boss’s been bitching all damn day
Come on, clock out and turn up anyway
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocking in, getting worn thin
But tonight that door only swings one way in (one way in)
From break-room blues to a backyard jam
Got a whole dang weekend in the palm of my hand
We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t going back
We’re talking ’bout love, loud trucks, cold pack (hey!)
If your boss’s been bitching all damn week
Come on, clock out, turn up, repeat (repeat)
[Outro]
Clock out, turn up
Let that long day burn up
Clock out, turn up
’Til Monday can’t catch us (oh yeah)
Style
countrybig stadium country energy with modern pop drum programming and bright synth layers tucked behind twangy electric guitars; male vocals riding a mid-tempo four-on-the-floor groove. verses stay tight and storytelling over a pulsing kick and simple bass; pre-chorus strips to claps and vocal stacksthen chorus explodes with gang shoutswide guitarsand shimmering pads. bridge drops to half-time with shout-along chantthen final chorus doubles length with ad-libs and crowd-style backing vocals.
Prompt
Hit country song with modern beat and good hooks, makes you want to party and have a great time after a long days work of hearing the boss bitching. Make it over 3 minutes long
Credits
Prompt by
BigZ
BigZGeneratedJan 30, 2026
ModelAria v5
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