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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Out past the cornfield
Dust on his old work boots
Joe parks that rusted Ford
Grinning like he’s found his truth
He brings a blanket
And a brown bag of cheap red wine
Says
“Girl
I like your smile
But I like what’s south behind”
[Chorus]
That’s Joe
Down on the hillside
Chasing that moonlight view
Joe
Laughing in the clover
Got his own thing he do
He’s singing oh
Oh
Oh
That booty country blues
[Verse 2]
She kicks off her sandals
Fireflies start to float
Crickets doing backup
While he loosens up her coat
She says
“Boy
You’re trouble”
He says
“Trouble fits me fine”
Then disappears so eager
Past the button of her spine
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Sunday morning gossip
Church bells ring in town
They talk about that Joe
How he loves to go face-down
But every girl just chuckles
When his pickup rattles through
‘Cause they know out by them hay bales
He’s got a way to change their mood
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration3:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Laid-back country blues shuffle with a gritty slide guitar and brushed snare, upright bass walking lazily under a swampy electric. Male vocals, half-smirk, half-soulful drawl. Harmonica fills answer the vocal lines; chorus opens up with call-and-response backing vocals and a looser, barroom singalong feel. Warm tube-amp grit, roomy live-band mix., blues
Credits
Prompt byMickey_Slaps
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a guy named Joe who likes to eat booty on the countryside, blues
