

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old Mary River in a lazy bend Gold town stories from your granddad’s friends Rust on the utes Dust in the shoes Country on the radio Tin-roof views [Chorus] Gympie You get under my skin Red dirt roads and high school sins Friday night lights on the showground ring You’re the small town I can’t outrun Smell of rain and diesel in the sun Gympie You’re in everything I bring [Verse 2] Main Street bakery Iced coffee hands Sunburnt tradies Boots full of sand Markets on Saturday Kids run wild Everyone’s someone’s cousin’s child [Chorus] Gympie You get under my skin Red dirt roads and high school sins Friday night lights on the showground ring You’re the small town I can’t outrun Smell of rain and diesel in the sun Gympie You’re in everything I bring [Bridge] From Tin Can Bay to the pine tree lines Storm clouds stack on the power lines I swear I’d leave Then the day goes gold And this little town won’t let me go (oh) [Chorus] Gympie You get under my skin Red dirt roads and all my kin Stars hang low where the creek runs thin You’re the small town I can’t outrun Smell of rain and diesel in the sun Gympie You’re where my story begins
Tags
Warm indie-folk with acoustic guitar, brushed drums, and subtle slide guitar; male vocals up front. Verses stay intimate and storyteller-like, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a steady kick. Mandolin and light organ bloom in the bridge, then everything drops to guitar and voice for the last hook.
2:54
No
3/5/2026