Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mum kept the keys in a jam tin.
Dad kept the glovebox full of maps.
Blue paint faded in the shed light,
chrome bumpers catching every trap.
Bench seat hot as a summer fence,
bench seat stories, never left behind.
You could pack a whole life in it,
Holden rolling like a straight-line kind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn the key, hear it wake up.
Little rumble in the bones.
Windows down, red dirt flying,
take me where the old road goes.
[Chorus]
Holden, Holden,
hold me on home.
Holden, Holden,
never ride alone.
From the farm gate to the footy lights,
from the creek bend to the Friday night,
Holden, Holden,
carry me home.
[Verse 2]
Mates piled in with the esky full,
boots on mats and dust on jeans.
Diesel ute by the servo door,
but I still loved that V8 dream.
Dad said, “Son, it ain’t just a car,
it’s the miles and the ones you knew.”
Every dent was a map of us,
every scar was a story true.
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn the key, hear it wake up.
Little rumble in the bones.
Windows down, red dirt flying,
take me where the old road goes.
[Chorus]
Holden, Holden,
hold me on home.
Holden, Holden,
never ride alone.
From the farm gate to the footy lights,
from the creek bend to the Friday night,
Holden, Holden,
carry me home.
[Bridge]
When the yard gets quiet now,
I still hear that engine call.
Rust and rain and summer heat,
but it never gave up at all.
If the world keeps shifting under me,
one thing I know is true:
Some old metal, some old love,
can pull a lifetime through.
[Chorus]
Holden, Holden,
hold me on home.
Holden, Holden,
never ride alone.
From the farm gate to the footy lights,
from the creek bend to the Friday night,
Holden, Holden,
carry me home.
[Outro]
Holden, Holden,
red dust and chrome.
Holden, Holden,
take me home.
Details
GeneratedJul 1, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rock with driving half-time drums, twangy Telecaster riffs, pedal steel swells, and stomping handclaps; verse rides dry road imagery with sparse bass and acoustic strum, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and snare build, chorus hits wide with gang vocals and bent guitar leads. Warm male vocals, gritty double-tracked hook lines, short delay throws on the name. Dusty tire squeal risers, lap-steel glides between phrases, bright and punchy mix with a sunburnt edge., country rock
Credits
Prompt byDiscoChord768
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A Country Rock Song about Holden, Australia’s own car
