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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I punch that clock at dawn
With dirt on my hands
I haul that pay home slow
Do the best I can
The fridge stays full tonight
The rent gets paid on time
But I miss the little things
Slippin' through the lines
[Pre-Chorus]
She says, "Where were you again?"
The words cut through the smoke
I got a roof and a promise
But I can't buy back what I sold
[Chorus]
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(Who gives the hours back?)
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(And still that hole stays black)
Am I losin' my family?
Tell me, am I losin' my family?
[Verse 2]
My boy drew me a picture
Left it on the chair
I found it when the dishes
Were stacked and I was there
My girl stopped askin' first
Now she just shuts the door
I work to keep us standin'
But I don't know what for
[Pre-Chorus]
Every extra dollar
Costs me one more mile
I'm chasin' after safety
While I'm missin' all their smiles
[Chorus]
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(Who gives the hours back?)
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(And still that hole stays black)
Am I losin' my family?
Tell me, am I losin' my family?
[Bridge]
If I slow down, we hurt
If I speed up, we break
I'm caught between the heavy
And the love I can't replace
So I lay my hard hat down
And let that silence talk
Maybe all they really needed
Was a man who'd walk
[Final Chorus]
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(Who gives the hours back?)
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(And still that hole stays black)
Am I losin' my family?
Tell me, am I losin' my family?
I gave you time, I gave you bread
(Please don't let me end up alone)
Details
GeneratedApr 24, 2026
Duration4:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country blues with a steady backbeat, brushed snare, twangy guitar fills, and a walking bass pulse; verse rides sparse with voice and guitar, pre-chorus tightens with harmonica breaths and rising harmony, chorus opens with stacked vocal doubles and a plaintive hook. Short slide-guitar responses, porch-floor stomp, and a final lift with gang vocals on the last chorus. Warm, dusty, close-mic mix with a lived-in ache., blues, country
Credits
Prompt by
ChazzTheSpazz
ChazzTheSpazzModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I sacrifice most of my time for work to make money and provide for my family. However, all they wanted was my time but without me working we will have nothing. Am I losing my family? Country, blues.
