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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Big truck tracks
Down a two-rut road
Gate’s got a brand-new lock
On a place my granddad owned
Camera crew grinnin’
Got their sponsor caps on straight
Posing by a gut pile
Like it’s just another day
[Chorus]
Leased land legends
Buying up our seasons
Posting up their trophies
Never show the real reasons
Skirting past the game warden
Like the rules don’t stand
Getting rich on blood and pixels
On my daddy’s hunting land
[Verse 2]
They slip in past sunset
Side-by-sides, quiet hum
Spotlight sweeps the fence line
Looking for a buck that’s “dumb”
Tag might not match the county
Shot’s a little too late
But the comments call ’em heroes
While the law looks the other way
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I still hear my grandpa
Whisper, “Boy, you earn that shot”
You take what feeds the family
Not what fills a video slot
But cash talks louder
Than our old boot tracks in sand
Now fame sits in a tree stand
On someone else’s land
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Modern outlaw country with a bitter edge; mid-tempo shuffle groove, brushed kit and warm upright bass. Verses stay low and conversational with twangy Telecaster fills; chorus opens up with stacked harmonies and a wide, aching pedal steel. Leave plenty of space for male vocals to spit the details and let the hook land hard on the downbeat., praise
Credits
Prompt byTruthSayer
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country song hunters with money making videos with violations in them and how they are leasing the land where locals have hunted for generations. The get praise for what they killed skirting the law.
