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Lyrics
One day
Me and my ol boys gonna take us a trip
Hop a train north of Austin
Go past the rio gran dip
Let the air rush in through
Cold air from that old fast car
Up the mountains in the snow
Back range of Colorado
Hollering like dogs
Bout traveling to the islands
Couple bags and a suite case
Levi’s and white T’s
Slicked back hair
Cuttin up through the Philadelphia
Breeze
Hitch a cab
Let it roll, 5th story views
Boys we gotta limestone
Riser in our mix
These traveler ways
Changes a poor boys days
Hitch hiking
North grinnin
Cheeks stretched as you make me laugh
Hold up a car let him take us
Back
Kick some dirt off the by the barn
Feel the heat from the sun
Under the skies in yard
Past the crop station county
Me and my ol boys gonna
Take us a trip
Hop a train north of Brooklyn
Find the nearest place to dip
Get lost or stuck in
Feel the warm air cross your neck
From the Illinois wind
By that ol rusty bridge
Always scared to drive through
These traveler ways
Changes a poor boys days
Hitch hiking
North grinnin
Cheeks stretched as you make me laugh
Hold up a car let him take us
Back
One day
Me and my ol boys gonna take us a trip
Hop a train north of Austin
Go past the rio gran dip
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Live Acoustic Americana folk band, stripped down, lo-fi folk with conversational, half-sung vocals, Zach Bryan style
Credits
Prompt by
WeatheredOakStudios
WeatheredOakStudiosModelAria v5
