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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock hits six
Alarm hits hard
Steel-toe boots in a gravel yard
Southern Bleacher logo on my shirt
Clockin’ in
Clockin’ out
Back hurts
Same red dirt in my rearview glass
Same slow line at the pump I pass
Swipe that card
Watch the numbers spin
Whole week gone ‘fore it even begins
[Chorus]
I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills
Sweat on my brow
All my dreams stand still
But I close my eyes
See a different scene
Big house
Big sky
Million-dollar dream
If I hit it big
I’d be out that gate
Peelin’ out past the “Employees Only” sign I hate
Yeah I’m stackin’ these hours ‘til it ain’t what it seems
Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams
[Verse 2]
Boss man says
“Son
That’s life”
I just nod
Think about that yacht I’ll buy
Buy Mama a porch with a river view
Tell Dad
“Hang it up
This round’s on you”
Ticket in my wallet from the corner store
Scratch-off dust on the break room floor
They joke I’m chasing what I’ll never see
But it’s the only thing that’s chasin’ me free
[Chorus]
I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills
Sweat on my brow
All my dreams stand still
But I close my eyes
See a different scene
Big house
Big sky
Million-dollar dream
If I hit it big
I’d be out that gate
Peelin’ out past the “Employees Only” sign I hate
Yeah I’m stackin’ these hours ‘til it ain’t what it seems
Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams
[Bridge]
Maybe that money never comes my way (oh no)
Maybe I’m standin’ right here ‘til my hair turns gray
But I’ll keep that picture hid behind my ID
A rich man walkin’ these poor man’s seats
[Chorus]
I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills
Sweat on my brow
But I’ve got steel will
‘Cause when I close my eyes
I still see that scene
Big house
Big sky
Million-dollar dream
If I hit it big
I’d be out that gate
Laughin’ so loud at the time I gave this place
Till then I’m punchin’ in
Holdin’ tight to the seams
Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern country-rock with male vocals; twangy Telecasters over a steady mid-tempo groove, warm organ pad underneath. Verses stay stripped with kick, bass, and picked acoustic; chorus lifts with big harmonies, ride cymbal, and a singalong crowd feel. Short bridge adds a half-time stomp before the final soaring hook.
Credits
Prompt byArtMystical642
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern bleacher company i working all day just to pay bills, I dream of being a millionaire so I don’t have to work at this damn job.
