

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Found your note in the glovebox Folded up like a losing hand Said you’re tired of my bad bets Tired of my “I got plans” Dust on the dash Bills on the table Half-warm beer by the sink I ain’t good at clean breaks I just pour and don’t think [Chorus] So here I am Spilling whiskey in the dirt again Talking to the sky like it’s a long-lost friend Swearing I’ll change when it really hurts But I still end up Pouring whiskey in the dirt (whiskey in the dirt) [Verse 2] Your mama called on a Sunday Asked if I’m eating at all I lied and said I’m doing better Stared straight into the wall Your ghost’s in my worn-out flannel Hanging off the bedroom door Every “maybe” that I never answered Soaking through this porch [Chorus] So here I am Spilling whiskey in the dirt again Talking to the sky like it’s a long-lost friend Swearing I’ll change when it really hurts But I still end up Pouring whiskey in the dirt (yeah, it still burns) [Bridge] I swear I’m done with empty toasts Done chasing down what I let go But my hand shakes Heart breaks I crack that seal anyway If you drove back down this gravel road And saw this mess I made alone You’d know the truth Every word I loved you more than I loved that hurt [Chorus] So here I am Spilling whiskey in the dirt again Calling out your name like it might mend Swearing I’ll change And for what it’s worth I’m on my knees Pouring whiskey in the dirt (whiskey in the dirt) Just me and the dark And whiskey in the dirt
Tags
rock, Late-90s alt-country meets modern pop-country: male vocals over overdriven tele-style guitars, roomy drums layered with subtle 808 thump, and a moody, mid-tempo groove. Verses stay intimate with picked electric and organ pad; chorus turns anthemic with wide gang vocals, open hi-hats, and soaring melodic hooks. Bridge strips to bass, kick, and vocal before a final, big-band-style chorus lift., pop, alternative country, pop rock, country, male vocals, electric, country rock, moody
3:09
No
2/13/2026