Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why are all the old honky-tonks
Disappearin' down the road?
Where the jukebox knew your heartbreak
And the bouncer knew your load
Sawdust on the floorboards
Boot heels cuttin' grooves
Neon burnin' through the smoke
Like it had something to prove
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the signs come down
And the memory stays
What used to be a Friday night
Gets folded into days
[Chorus]
Sawdust memories
Hangin' in the air
Sawdust memories
Like an old prayer
They are days gone by
In a neon frame
Sawdust memories
We still call by name
[Verse 2]
I remember half a whiskey
And a slow song in the dark
A waitress with a tired smile
A ring of light on every bark
Two-steppin' past the corners
Where the troubles got left behind
Now there's plywood on the windows
And a shadow on my mind
[Pre-Chorus]
You can tear down walls
But you can't erase
The way a little place like that
Could put hope on your face
[Chorus]
Sawdust memories
Hangin' in the air
Sawdust memories
Like an old prayer
They are days gone by
In a neon frame
Sawdust memories
We still call by name
[Bridge]
Who'll sing the songs now
When the floor gets cold?
Who'll keep the last stories
Of those cedar smoke and gold?
I hear the ghosts a-talkin'
In the crack of every door
Saying don't let the last good one
Fall through the floor
[Final Chorus]
Sawdust memories
Hangin' in the air
Sawdust memories
Like an old prayer
They are days gone by
In a neon frame
Sawdust memories
We still call by name
Sawdust memories
Won't you stay a while
Sawdust memories
In my daddy's smile
Details
GeneratedJun 30, 2026
Duration4:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country ballad with slow 6/8 sway, brushed drums and warm acoustic guitar; verse rides sparse with upright bass and a steel guitar line, pre-chorus opens with sustained chords and a rising fiddle, chorus lands fuller with harmony stacks and gentle hand percussion. Male deep voice, close-mic and weathered, with doubled hook words, short delay tails on ends of lines, a few soft gang vocals on the title phrase, and transitional pedal-steel swells. Mix is warm, roomy, and sentimental, with a dusty vintage glow, country, deep, ballad
Credits
Prompt by
MichaelCotton
MichaelCottonModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Why are all the old honky-tonks disappearing? They are becoming memories of days gone by. Sawdust on the floor and neon lights. Male deep voice, country ballad.
