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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Your boots on the porch
My truck in the yard
You crossed both arms
Said, "Boy, you went too far"
Little green koozie
In your small right hand
I laughed too hard
Now I don’t understand
[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m beat up in the driveway
For calling you a leprechaun
You swung that purse like a hammer
Till my good sense was gone
Got gravel in my teeth
And your lipstick on my jaw
Yeah I’m beat up in the driveway
Guess I shouldn’ta run my mouth at all (oh no)
[Verse 2]
You’re five-foot-nothin’
But you hit like sin
Neighbor’s porch lights
All flickerin’ on again
You said, “Keep on talkin’
See how far you get”
Then you climbed my hood
Like a pissed-off silhouette
[Chorus]
Now I’m beat up in the driveway
For calling you a leprechaun
You turned my old F-150
To your wrestling lawn
Got tire tracks on my T-shirt
And my pride’s long gone
Yeah I’m beat up in the driveway
But girl, I’m still hangin’ on (hangin’ on)
[Bridge]
I’ll never joke ‘bout your height
Just your temper, maybe
You said, “Watch it, cowboy
You’re lucky that I’m crazy”
I’d take another black eye
For that wild little grin
If lovin’ you’s a bar fight
Ring the bell again (hey!)
[Chorus]
Leave me beat up in the driveway
For calling you a leprechaun
You’re laughin’ while you’re icing
Every bruise you put on
You kiss my busted lip
Say, “Baby, you were wrong”
Yeah I’m beat up in the driveway
But that’s where this love gets strong
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Greasy bar-band funk meets front-porch country swagger; twangy electric guitar over a tight, swung groove, slap bass popping between snare cracks. Male vocals with a smirk and a drawl, gang shouts in the hook. Bridge strips to clap-and-stomp before the full band crashes back in., funky
Credits
Prompt byCodaVibe282
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Funky country, beat up in the drive way for calling you a leprechaun
