Prompt / 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]
Tags
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
Duration
2:24
Instrumental
No
Created
1/16/2026