Lyrics
[Verse]
Dust clouds rise where the blacktop ends,
Old F150, my faithful friend.
Beowulf’s ears catch the mountain breeze,
His tail keeps time with the swaying trees.
[Chorus]
Through the North Georgia wind, we roll, we roam,
Two souls chasing sky, calling nowhere home.
With his head out the window, and a grin that won’t fade,
Life feels right on these backroads we’ve made.
[Verse 2]
Creek beds shimmer in the morning light,
Fields of gold stretch to the edge of sight.
Beowulf barks at the cows we pass,
While my hand taps time on the old truck’s dash.
[Prechorus]
Every curve, every climb, it’s a song we know,
The mountains hum soft, as the rivers flow.
[Chorus]
Through the North Georgia wind, we roll, we roam,
Two souls chasing sky, calling nowhere home.
With his head out the window, and a grin that won’t fade,
Life feels right on these backroads we’ve made.
[Bridge]
The pine trees whisper, the gravel sings,
Freedom’s a road, not a pair of wings.
And Beowulf howls like he’s found his place,
A dog’s joy written all over his face.
Style
male vocalsacoustic-driven with steel guitar and a steadycountrydeep male vocalsrolling rhythm that mirrors the hum of tires on winding mountain roadsdeep
Prompt
Country, deep male voice, song about riding around north Georgia mountains in an old ford f150 with my best friend Beowulf hanging out the window who is a dog
Credits
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RMFP
RMFPGeneratedDec 6, 2025
ModelAria v5
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