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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun ain’t up
Radio low
Thermos coffee
Out the door I go
Two towns over
Same old run
Blue lights bouncing
Off the morning sun
[Chorus]
I fight my fires on a backboard, baby
You fight yours on a white floor too
I roll these miles for somebody’s maybe
You hold the line till they pull through
End of the shift when my day’s done
I’ve seen the worst that this world can do
But I come home to a front porch hug
And that hard working heart in you
[Verse 2]
Blood on my boots
You’re scrubbed in white
Different battles
Same long nights
You hang a steth’
I hang this vest
Both of us praying
We did our best
[Chorus]
I fight my fires on a backboard, baby
You fight yours on a white floor too
I roll these miles for somebody’s maybe
You hold the line till they pull through
End of the shift when my day’s done
I’ve seen the worst that this world can do
But I come home to a front porch hug
And that hard working heart in you
[Bridge]
Some folks say it’s too much weight
Living every day this close to fate
But we’ve got faith, and we’ve got us
Bleeding hearts and stubborn trust (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I fight my fires on a backboard, baby
You fight yours on a white floor too
I roll these miles for somebody’s maybe
You hold the line till they pull through
End of the shift when the sky turns blue
I drop my gear and I run to you
’Cause I come home to a front porch hug
And that hard working heart in you
Details
GeneratedApr 11, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Midtempo modern country ballad in the Kenny Chesney lane; warm male vocals over strummed acoustic, brushed snare, and mellow bass. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and soft organ pad; chorus opens with big, sunlit harmonies and bright electric fills. Bridge adds a subtle key lift and tambourine for that radio-ready, windshield-down swell, then drops back to acoustic and vocal for the last hook.
Credits
Prompt bySilentFox564
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Hard working transfer EMT with a nurse at home.
Kenny Chesnie
