Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock hits six Steel-toe boots in a row Coffee breath Bad jokes Same old TV glow Issac leans back Says “you can’t say nothin’ these days” But he still says it anyway In twelve creative ways [Chorus] I’m stuck on this line with the “good ol’ boys” Laughin’ at hate like it’s cheap beer joy If HR heard They’d burn this place But out in the shop it’s a safe space for racists Yeah Swing that wrench Wave that flag Blame the world Then punch your tag They say “we ain’t racist We’re just sayin’ things” (yeah you are) Sounds like HR training with a twang [Verse 2] Jason’s got memes On a cracked old phone Sends ‘em in the group chat On company time alone Says “lighten up Man It’s just dark humor See?” Funny how the joke Always points away from me [Chorus] I’m stuck on this line with the “good ol’ boys” Laughin’ at hate like it’s cheap beer joy If HR heard They’d burn this place But out in the shop it’s a safe space for racists Yeah Swing that wrench Wave that flag Blame the world Then punch your tag They say “we ain’t racist We’re just sayin’ things” (uh-huh) Sounds like HR training with a twang [Bridge] David’s got a bumper sticker On his lifted truck Talks about “freedom” And “closing doors” and “us” Says “I’d never judge I just tell it like it is” Man If that’s the truth I’ll take a gentle little fib (hey!) [Chorus] I’m stuck on this line with the “good ol’ boys” Laughin’ at hate like it’s cheap beer joy If HR heard They’d burn this place But out in the shop it’s a safe space for racists Yeah Swing that wrench Wave that flag Blame the world Then punch your tag They say “we ain’t racist We just say what we think” Well Buddy if it walks and talks like that It probably stinks [Outro] So I clock my time Keep my head down Sing Pick this guitar ‘Bout the wildest thing Isn’t the sparks Or the forklifts flyin’ past It’s hearin’ three wrong dudes Say “we fixed it Racism’s past” (oh yeah)
Tags
folk, Fast-picking bluegrass-country fusion, male vocals. Bright acoustic guitar leads trading with a high-strung second guitar, walking upright bass, and brushed snare on the offbeats. Verses race along in a talking-blues cadence; chorus opens wider with stacked gang vocals on the hook. Sprinkle in frantic flatpicked breaks between lines, then a half-time breakdown on the last chorus before kicking back to full-speed for a barnburner ending., country, acoustic, comedy
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026