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[Verse 1]
Old Hilux coughing dust
Seats split, floorboards rust
Pilliga burns all day
We go that hard way
Sooky son in the tray
Pit bull grin, ready to play
Long walks through sandy creeks
Heat on our necks, mud on our boots and knees
[Pre-Chorus]
Sun cracks the gum tree bark
We press on past the dark
Cold night waiting in the blue
He smells it first, then I do
[Chorus]
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Pilliga calls our name
Cold dam, hot day, same old game
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Long hard miles in the sand
Me and that dog, hand in hand
[Verse 2]
No metal in my hand
Just tracks in the creek bed sand
No blade hanging at my hip
Just a good dog on the trip
We read sign by the bend
Follow hard till the day turns thin
Beautiful water, cold and still
Then back through scrub and over the hill
[Pre-Chorus]
Dust in the throat, sweat on the brow
We don't quit, not now
Moon comes up like a silver bite
Pilliga breathes in the night
[Chorus]
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Pilliga calls our name
Cold dam, hot day, same old game
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Long hard miles in the sand
Me and that dog, hand in hand
[Bridge]
Cold water on my face
Dark gums, open space
Old Hilux waiting low
Take me home, take me slow
Sooky shakes red dust loose
Legs gone hard, heart gone bruised
Then he stands and stares ahead
Like he knows what I meant
[Final Chorus]
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Pilliga calls our name
Cold dam, hot day, same old game
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Long hard miles in the sand
Me and that dog, hand in hand
Sooky son, Sooky son
Run, boy, run, boy, run
Beautiful cold water gleam
Hard dirt life, hell of a dream
Details
GeneratedAug 8, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hillbilly metal with stomping half-time riffs, banjo-picked guitar motifs, and a dusty back-porch groove; verses ride lean and tense with low-tuned chugs and shouted one-line fills, pre-chorus narrows to handclaps and gang vowels, chorus slams open with gang shouts and a snarling chant. Raw male vocals with doubled hooks, barked ad-libs, and brief echo throws on the title line; creaking wood, chain jangles, and a wind-blown swampy swell between sections. Tight, gritty, and bone-dry in the mix, then cold and wide on the dam imagery., beautiful, metal
Credits
Prompt byElectricDawn677
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A hillbilly metal song about Pilliga forest hunting with dogs no guns knives a old hilux and a pit bull named sooky son hot days cold nights and long hard walks in sandy creeks beautiful cold dams
