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Lyrics
[Verse]
He wore flannel shirts and a trucker’s cap,
A grease-stained smile, never held back a laugh.
Built like a mountain, hands tough as stone,
But his love made our house a home.
[Verse 2]
Saturday nights by the fire he'd sing,
Telling old jokes, some that still sting.
Teaching me life with rough, calloused hands,
My redneck dad, my best friend.
[Chorus]
Oh, I miss his voice, his stubborn grin,
The way he made the world less grim.
Up there somewhere, with a cold beer raised,
My redneck angel above, forever praised.
[Verse 3]
He’d fix up the truck and tear through the dirt,
But if a heart broke, he’d fix that first.
Knew every neighbor, their troubles and trials,
And he could ease the worst with one of his smiles.
[Verse 4]
I hear him still, in the wind through the trees,
In the creak of old wood, in the buzz of bees.
His laughter echoes through this quiet land,
Where he held mine, now I hold his hand.
[Chorus]
Oh, I miss his voice, his stubborn grin,
The way he made the world less grim.
Up there somewhere, with a cold beer raised,
My redneck angel above, forever praised.
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2025
Duration3:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
strong, heartfelt, acoustic, country, redneck
Credits
Prompt by
BryanDavis
BryanDavisModelAria v4
Prompt
Country song about my redneck dad that died. He was funny, loving, and strong. I miss him a lot. He was my best friend
