

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Red parka, black shades Got a lift pass straight from hell Carvin’ flames in the hardpack You can smell that sulfur smell He grins at the warning sign Says, “Boy, that slope’s all mine” Then he drops in, straight-line Past the slow zone, chewin’ up the white [Chorus] He’s the devil on a snowboard Takin’ down all the skiers (yeah) Sprayin’ rooster tails of powder Got ‘em wobblin’ on their rear-ends, fearin’ If you see that blacked-out board Better clear that narrow trail ‘Cause the devil on a snowboard Ain’t sharin’ that mountain, hell no, not today [Verse 2] Old-timer in a neon suit Gets clipped, loses both his poles Devil tips his hat, says “Shoulda read them mountain rules” Carves a cross on the fresh corduroy But the lines burn upside down Ski patrol just shrugs it off Till they feel that tremor in the ground [Chorus]
Tags
country, Rowdy modern country-rock with male vocals; distorted Telecaster riffs and stomping kick-snare driving a mid-tempo groove. Fiddle doubles the main riff on the hook, big gang vocals on the chorus, and a slide guitar fills the gaps between lines. Verses stay tight and talky, chorus opens up with shout-along energy and stacked harmonies., vocal
2:38
No
1/14/2026