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Lyrics
Verse 1]
Woke up Monday, with a cigarette in my hand,
Somebody’s yelling like they own the land.
Cut me off, then they give me the stare,
Buddy, I promise—I really don’t care.
From the beaches of Florida to California sun,
There’s always somebody trying to ruin my fun.
New York to Texas, Seattle to Maine,
Why’s everybody driving me insane?
[Chorus] 🎵
There’s assholes coast to coast,
Yeah, they’re everywhere I go.
They’re out side my truck, they’re in the store,
They’re knocking on my damn front door!
So take your drama, take your show,
Take your attitude and hit the road.
I’ve had enough, now let me be—
Just leave me alone and let me drink my whiskey! 🎵
[Verse 2]
Some guy online wants to start a fight,
He’s got fourteen opinions and he’s always right.
Karen’s yelling in the checkout line,
While Captain Road Rage is riding my behind.
I head to the mountains, somebody complains,
I head to the ocean, somebody’s making waves.
I’d move to the moon, but I know what I’d find—
Somebody up there saying, “Hey! Get outta my sky!”
[Chorus] 🎵
There’s assholes coast to coast,
Yeah, they’re everywhere I go.
From the Atlantic to the Pacific shore,
I swear I can’t take it anymore!
So take your drama, take your show,
Take your attitude and hit the road.
I’ve had enough, now let me be—
Just leave me alone and let me drink my whiskey! 🎵
[Bridge]
I don’t want your politics,
I don’t want your hot takes,
I don’t want your Facebook wars
Or your bumper-to-bumper rage.
I just want a quiet chair,
A little peace and have a smoke—
But somehow there’s an asshole
Waiting on every coast!
[Final Chorus] 🎵
There’s assholes coast to coast,
And they’re giving me their most!
East Coast, West Coast, north and south,
Somebody please shut your damn mouth!
I’m not mad, I’m just trying to survive,
Give me five feet and I’ll be fine.
So wave goodbye and let me go—
I’ve got nowhere to be and nowhere to go!
[Outro]
So raise your glass and drink it down,
To every asshole in this town.
North, south, east, west—
Hell, they’re all a fucking mess!
I came looking for some peace and quiet,
But apparently the world won’t buy it.
So fuck this noise, I’m calling it a night—
Bartender, pour another—make it right!
Details
GeneratedSep 3, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male voice, country, angry, nice beat, acoustic guitar, banjo, drums and fiddle. Good for dancing
Credits
Prompt byGreentoBlue124
ModelAria v5.5
