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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in rust and primer
They all stare from their porch swing thrones
Brand‑new trucks in a perfect lineup
Same shirt, same beer, same tone
We track mud through Sunday morning
Laugh loud when the preacher looks
Got tattoos under flannel
And grease on our Good Book
[Chorus]
We ain’t keepin’ up with the Joneses
They can keep their pretty little poses
We’re loud, we’re proud, we’re wild, we’re free
Boots on the dash, doing our own thing
Hands in the air if you feel that too
Can’t nobody tell us what to do
We ain’t keepin’ up with the Joneses
[Verse 2]
They mow stripes in their front yard
We burn donuts in the back field
They buy shine from a gift shop
We sip fire from a jar we sealed
They whisper ‘bout our front porch parties
Till the bass shakes their window frames
Then they show up at the fence line
Trying not to learn our names (yeah right)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Let ‘em talk, let ‘em point, let ‘em roll their eyes
We’ll be shotgunnin’ cans under county fair lights
[gang vocals] “Too loud, too proud” — that’s fine by me
Turn it up, stomp it out, let the whole town see
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration2:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Rowdy modern country band track, big drums and twangy telecasters. Verses stay tight and riff-driven with swagger; chorus explodes with gang vocals, stomps, and crowd shouts. Fiddle and lap steel add grit between lines, with a raucous halftime breakdown on the last chorus, male vocals pushing into a shout-singing edge., loud
Credits
Prompt by
BigZ
BigZModelAria v5
Prompt
Country roudy song about We are different, we don’t keep up with the joneses, we are loud and roudy and doing our own thing an no one can tell us what to do
