Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun came up, I was already late,
Boots on the ground, clock punched at the gate.
Sweat in my eyes, dust in my lungs,
Swingin' that hammer till my arms went numb.
The boss man barked, said, "Pick up the pace,"
But hard work ain't easy when you're dreamin' of a cold embrace.
[Chorus]
Hard day, cold beer,
That's the only thing I need 'round here.
Workin' these hands till they bleed and ache,
Then crackin' a can by the ol' creek bank.
Hard day, cold beer,
It’s the way I keep my head clear.
[Verse 2]
Sunburned skin and a back full of knots,
Every dollar earned feels like a battle fought.
The boys in the yard laugh to keep sane,
Dreamin' of freedom in a bottle’s name.
The whistle blows, and we all disappear,
Chasin’ the sweet salvation of an ice-cold beer.
[Prechorus]
The dirt, the grind, it carves out your soul,
But that golden drink makes a poor man whole.
[Chorus]
Hard day, cold beer,
That's the only thing I need 'round here.
Workin' these hands till they bleed and ache,
Then crackin' a can by the ol' creek bank.
Hard day, cold beer,
It’s the way I keep my head clear.
[Bridge]
It ain’t much, but it’s what I know,
Sweat for a living, let the rivers flow.
When the stars come out, and the night feels near,
I raise my toast to a life sincere.
Style
countrygrittyacoustic-driven with steel guitar accents; male vocals
Prompt
A rough country song about a hard day of blue collar work and drinking beer
Credits
Prompt by
siwelG
siwelGGeneratedNov 5, 2025
ModelAria v5
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