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[Verse 1]
Deep in the pines
Bug bites, bonfire eyes
Copper pot sweats
Like it knows my lies
Barrels of mash
Bubblin under that tarp
Got the creek talkin secrets
Dark on dark
Pick-up parked
With the plates half bent
Whole back seat
Smellin like corn and intent
Granddad’s book
Folded in my back jeans seam
I’m just chasin his ghost
Through the steam
[Chorus]
We been moonshinin, backroad ridin
Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin
Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark
Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart
Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet
Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat
Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars
Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Blue lights blink
In the rearview, far
Heart beat same speed
As this rusted car
Hit that cut
Where the kudzu climbs
I know every crooked root
Every ditch, every sign
Sheriff got a list
With my last name underlined
But he don’t know the trail
Where the pines all bind
If he sniff that trunk
It’s a long long night
So I kill those lamps
Let the crickets hide my life
[Chorus]
We been moonshinin, backroad ridin
Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin
Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark
Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart
Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet
Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat
Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars
Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars (woah)
[Bridge]
Hand-me-down recipe
Folded, stained
Outrun the law
Outlive the pain
If they catch my wheels
They won’t catch my heart
I’ll be back by the creek
Where the bubbles start (yeah)
[Chorus]
We been moonshinin, backroad ridin
Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin
Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark
Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart
Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet
Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat
Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars
Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars
Details
GeneratedJan 28, 2026
Duration2:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty country-rap crossover with male vocals; twangy slide guitar over a head-nodding trap bounce, fat sub and rimshot snares. Verses stay tight and percussive, half-spoken flows with double-time pockets; chorus opens wide with big harmonies and a shout-along hook. Banjo and muted fiddle lines sneak between bars, bridge strips to vocal and kick before a final full-band stomp., fake, country, deep
Credits
Prompt by
Vito324
Vito324ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country/rap song about moonshining, copper pots, barrels of mash, pitchin yeast, runnin from the law, bootleggin shine, deep in the woods, fake Walmart jars
