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Lyrics
[Verse]
Well, Billy took off in his army greens,
Traded our guitars for war machines.
We used to sit by the creek and strum all day,
Now it's helmets and boots, not our usual way.
[Verse 2]
We’d sip on moonshine and pick a sweet tune,
Shoot the bull ‘til way past noon.
Now Billy’s out marching, no guitars in sight,
But I bet he's still hummin' under those stars at night.
[Chorus]
Billy’s off fightin', and we’re missin' his voice,
But we still gather 'round and make some noise.
Playing those strings where the crickets sing,
Raisin’ a toast to our buddy in everything.
[Verse 3]
Old Joe still smokes like a chimney stack,
Says he’ll light it up when Billy comes back.
We laugh and we joke ‘bout our bonfire nights,
While Billy’s out there, under cold hard lights.
[Verse 4]
Remember those pranks and Billy’s bad jokes,
Now he’s dodgin' bullets instead of friendly pokes.
But this ol' band won’t ever lose its beat,
We’re just waitin’ on Billy to make us complete.
[Chorus]
Billy’s off fightin', and we’re missin' his voice,
But we still gather 'round and make some noise.
Playing those strings where the crickets sing,
Raisin’ a toast to our buddy in everything.
Details
GeneratedJan 10, 2025
Duration3:25
Style
country, humorous, lyrical, acoustic
Credits
Prompt by
sparky2424
sparky2424ModelAria v4
Prompt
A funny, country song about a buddy going off to the army, a group of friends who all used to play guitar together smoke and drink together Lyrical
