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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tailgate full of rain stains
Faded red paint, workhorse pride
I left the gravel at the county line
And cut straight through that golden tide
Wheat bowed down at my front tires
Like it knew me from my name
I was chewing up miles and sunset
With my old truck in the grain
[Pre-Chorus]
You can keep your paved roads
And your polished little plans
I need a little mud on my boots
And a map drawn by my hands
[Chorus]
Truck in the wheat field
Dust on the hood
Truck in the wheat field
Feelin' real good
Big wheels rollin'
Where the wild wind blows
Truck in the wheat field
Watch me go, go, go
[Verse 2]
Radio crackled out a guitar lick
Then a preacher with a hard-back drawl
I laughed when the bed started bouncing
Like a barroom fist on the wall
Sun dropped low on the horizon
Turned every stalk to burnin' gold
And I kept that engine growling
Like a story I can't hold
[Pre-Chorus]
You can keep your paved roads
And your polished little plans
I need a little mud on my boots
And a map drawn by my hands
[Chorus]
Truck in the wheat field
Dust on the hood
Truck in the wheat field
Feelin' real good
Big wheels rollin'
Where the wild wind blows
Truck in the wheat field
Watch me go, go, go
[Bridge]
If I break down here tonight
I'll still be home
With the moon up high
And my tires in the bone
Let the whole world talk
Let them say I'm wild
I was built for a road
That bends like a child
[Chorus]
Truck in the wheat field
Dust on the hood
Truck in the wheat field
Feelin' real good
Big wheels rollin'
Where the wild wind blows
Truck in the wheat field
Watch me go, go, go
Details
GeneratedJun 18, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rock with a steady two-step kick and crunchy electric guitar, mid-tempo and boot-stomping; verse rides twangy acoustic, palm-muted telecaster, and bass like rolling tires, pre-chorus tightens with handclaps and rising slide guitar, chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and a bigger drum backbeat. Lead vocal is gritty and close-mic in verses, doubled on the hook with raspy harmonies. Ear candy: wind-up pickup whine, snare fills into each chorus, steel-guitar bends answering the last line. Bright, rowdy, road-dust mix with live-band punch., rock, country
Credits
Prompt bysomething_new
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I want a country song about driving a truck though a wheat field but it’s a mix between country and rock
