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Lyrics
[Verse]
Sun's sinking low, it’s a Friday night,
Truck beds loaded, the mood feels right.
Main Street's shining with a golden glow,
Koozies in hand, here comes the show.
[Chorus]
It's a cold beer parade, rollin' through town,
Kicking up dust, music turned loud.
Raise 'em high, let the good times cascade,
Wave to the crowd, it’s a cold beer parade.
[Verse 2]
Flags on the tailgates, stars and stripes,
Laughter echoes under string light skies.
Grandpa's lawn chair, kids on the curb,
Everyone's here, it’s the best kind of stir.
[Prechorus]
The bass drum’s thumping, hearts start to race,
We’re living for this, a small-town embrace.
[Chorus]
It's a cold beer parade, rollin' through town,
Kicking up dust, music turned loud.
Raise 'em high, let the good times cascade,
Wave to the crowd, it’s a cold beer parade.
[Bridge]
From the red clay roads to the neon bars,
We carry our pride in these beat-up cars.
No suits, no ties, just boots and spades,
We’re all in this, the cold beer brigade.
Details
GeneratedOct 7, 2025
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
energetic rhythm, country, fun and upbeat, southern charm, male vocals, twanging guitars, backing vocals, exciting
Credits
Prompt byTechnoAlchemist211
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Cold beer parade, fun and exciting beat, male vocals, bro country, twanging guitar, southern charm and grit, backing vocals
