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Lyrics
[Verse]
Backyard's a symphony, moss on the pines,
Grill smokin' brisket, stars start to shine.
Mud tracks lace the ground, boots caked in clay,
Dog howlin' at the moon, whiskey keeps me awake.
[Chorus]
Front yard's a kingdom, diesel sittin' proud,
Trailers hitch dreams, we’re ridin' through the clouds.
From Seattle to the Gulf, the cowboy rides alone,
This land’s my saddle, my backyard’s my throne.
[Verse 2]
Cattle on the back 40, slow graze in the sun,
Creek whispers secrets, where the wild waters run.
Fence post a diary, carved names in the grain,
Every mile tells a story, every scratch leaves a stain.
[Bridge]
The Gulf breeze hums, guitar strings cry,
Echo of the waves, paints the blue sky.
The cowboy’s got roots, deep in this dirt,
Every patch of grass, another lesson learned.
[Chorus]
Front yard's a kingdom, diesel sittin' proud,
Trailers hitch dreams, we’re ridin' through the clouds.
From Seattle to the Gulf, the cowboy rides alone,
This land’s my saddle, my backyard’s my throne.
[Outro]
From the pines to the pasture, the Gulf to the rain,
The cowboy keeps movin', yet stays the same.
A story of the land, written in my drawl,
Grady blues on my tongue, I’m the king of it all.
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration2:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap mixed with country hip hop, upbeat heavy rolling bass harmonica heavy male vocals deep, fast paced
Credits
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GulfCoastCowboy
GulfCoastCowboyModelAria v5
