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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I parked by the porch
With a dead truck hummin’
Told you my week
Been a long time comin’
Said, “Buddy, I’m drownin’
In debt and shame”
You sat there quiet
Never said my name
[Pre-Chorus]
But you never judged me
Never rolled your eyes
Just listened close
Through the buzzin’ flies
I said, “What do you do
When you’re out of rope?”
You sat real still
Like you already know
[Chorus]
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
You don’t talk back
You just let me run
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
Best friend, best friend
Until the day comes
[Verse 2]
I told you ‘bout Mary
How she shut that door
Told you ‘bout the bills
Stacked up on the floor
Told you ‘bout my old man
And the words he threw
You took the blame
Like a friend would do
[Pre-Chorus]
I was leanin’ hard
On your glassy side
Lookin’ for mercy
In a cheap disguise
I asked, “Am I crazy?
Or just gettin’ old?”
You stayed right there
Cold in my hold
[Chorus]
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
You don’t talk back
You just let me run
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
Best friend, best friend
Until the day comes
[Bridge]
Then I laughed too loud
At the barnwood table
Saw my own face
In the cracked white label
Ain’t no best friend
Sittin’ here with me
Just a half-empty lie
And a memory
[Chorus]
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
You don’t talk back
You just let me run
Pour me another one
Pour me another one
Best friend, best friend
You were never one
[Outro]
I set you down slow
On that chipped old wood
Said, “You lied to me
But I knew you would”
Now the porch light burns
On a truth I see
It wasn’t my friend
It was drinkin’ me
Details
GeneratedJul 23, 2026
Duration4:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country ballad with a slow two-step sway, brushed drums and warm acoustic guitar; verse rides a weary talking melody with fiddle fills, pre-chorus tightens on held bass notes, chorus opens into a rough singalong with stacked male doubles and a cracked harmony. A harmonica lick turns the corners, a muted steel swell answers the hook, and the bridge narrows to solo vocal plus bottle-table taps before the final chorus lands bigger. Grainy close-mic male vocal, intimate and worn, with delayed ad-libs on the last word of each chorus., country
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Prompt by
DARMYMANN
DARMYMANNModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Gravely voiced country song. Man telling his problems to his best friend getting advice. Towards the end of the song he realizes it’s not his best friend he’s talking to. It’s a liquor bottle.
