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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull up that old porch chair
Set your stories down by mine
Coffee stains on Sunday cups
Lipstick prints and passing time
You say you still miss Houston
I admit I miss him too
We pass the sugar, pass the years
Like we always do
[Chorus]
Ladies in their eighties, friends for life
Lines on our faces, proof we survived
Come sit with me, talk about days long gone
Those good and bad, every right, every wrong
We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, feel that soft breeze
Sun sliding low through the maple trees
Till the sky fades out of blue into night
Ladies in their eighties, still holding tight
[Verse 2]
Remember that red prom dress
Duct tape on your broken heel
We snuck out past the kitchen door
Hearts too loud to keep concealed
We raised kids and casseroles
Buried rings and buried pride
Still somehow we’re side by side
On the same old ride
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
We traded heels for house shoes
Slow dances for slow walks
But every wrinkle’s just a chapter
Every tremble, still our talk
[low vocal register] When the names start slipping
We’ll hold on to what we can
Your hand in mine on this old bench
That’s the part that stands
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 6, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm, mid-tempo country ballad with female vocals, gentle brushed kit, upright bass, and softly strummed acoustic guitar. Fiddle and pedal steel weave in and out like old friends trading stories. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus opens with light harmony and a subtle swell in the steel. Keep the groove easy, like rocking chairs on a porch at sunset, with a tender, nostalgic lift into the final refrain., soft
Credits
Prompt by
RetroGod735
RetroGod735ModelAria v5
Prompt
Ladies in their 80s
Friends
Come sit with me
talk about days long gone
those good & bad
We'll laugh & cry
feel the soft breeze as the sun travels across the sky
& fades into the night female country
