Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pratta clocks in early
Boots got red clay on 'em
Forks on the floor
And the whole yard knows him
Give him a loader
He'll move that mountain
Stack it neat
Like he built the county
[Pre-Chorus]
He don't talk too much
He just rolls through
One hand steady
And the job gets through
[Chorus]
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Give him a loader
He gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
One pass through
And the work gets done
[Verse 2]
Sun on the dock edge
Sweat on his collar
Grease on his knuckles
But he don't falter
Boss says hurry
Pratta says, "Watch this"
Back tires bite
And the whole line shifts
[Pre-Chorus]
He don't talk too much
He just rolls through
One hand steady
And the job gets through
[Chorus]
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Give him a loader
He gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
One pass through
And the work gets done
[Bridge]
When the day runs long
And the load looks mean
Pratta stays calm
Like he was born machine
(yeah, he was born machine)
No fuss, no show
Just a clean line made
And the whole yard hums
When he clears that grade
[Chorus]
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Give him a loader
He gets it done
Pratta gets it done
Pratta gets it done
One pass through
And the work gets done
Style
blues shuffle with greasy slide guitarpocketed snarewalking bassand call-and-response vocal hooks; verse rides a laid-back 12-bar swingpre-chorus thins to voice and guitarchorus opens with claps and a gritty harmonica hit; raspy lead vocal with doubled last lineshandclap repliesshort delay throws on key phrases; ear candy includes a turnaround licktape-sat twangand a kick drum pickup into each chorus; warmdustyfront-porch mixblues
Prompt
Pratta the gun, he always gets it done! Give him a loader and he will kill it, blues
Credits
Prompt byCoolRush915
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
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