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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust kickin’ up on a Friday
Steel toes on the red clay ground
Tailgates down by the lake shore
Big ol’ Chevys lined up side by side now
Clearlake boys with the headlights
Shinin’ like a county fair ride
Cooler in the back, packed tight
You know we’re goin’ all night
[Chorus]
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
Rollin’ up the map ’til the road runs gone
Big trucks, loud laughs, windows down, we’re on one
Shootin’ at cans in the settin’ sun
From California dust to that Washington rain
Same old crew, just a different state
Campfire glow and the stories run strong
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
[Verse 2]
Pine trees leanin’ in closer
As we climb that mountain road
Gas station snacks and a lottery ticket
Talkin’ ’bout how rich we’d go
By dark we’re chasin’ that starlight
Settin’ up camp by the stream
Passin’ that bottle and the green ’round
Talkin’ ’bout demons and dreams
[Chorus]
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
Rollin’ up the map ’til the road runs gone
Big trucks, loud laughs, windows down, we’re on one
Shootin’ at cans in the settin’ sun
From California dust to that Washington rain
Same old crew, just a different state
Campfire glow and the stories run strong
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
[Bridge]
Shadows dancin’ on the tree line
Somebody swears there’s eyes out there (you see that?)
We just laugh and pour another
Let that smoke hang in the air
If there’s a ghost in these tall pines
He’s hearin’ every dumb joke we’ve told
’Cause when it’s me and the boys out wanderin’
The world don’t feel so cold
[Chorus]
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
Rollin’ up the map ’til the road runs gone
Big trucks, loud laughs, windows down, we’re on one
Shootin’ at cans in the settin’ sun
From California dust to that Washington rain
Same old crew, just a different state
Campfire glow and the stories run strong
It’s me and the boys, from Clearlake on
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Rowdy modern country-rock, male vocals, big twangy Telecaster riffs over a stomping backbeat, chunky low-end and singalong gang vocals on the hook; verses stay tight and story-driven with acoustic guitar tucked underneath, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and crowd-chant energy, bridge strips down to campfire strums and crackling ambience before a final full-band payoff
Credits
Prompt byJoe_kelley
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country so about me and the boys, shooting guns, big trucks, from Clearlake California all the way to Washington. Camping, late night spooky demon talks around the fire. Dinking beer and smoking weed.
