Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rust on the sign Dust on my boots Same old gravel lot Same old Friday truth Neon hums soft Screen door slaps light You can feel that laugh Before you step inside [Chorus] Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women We ain’t got much But it sure feels like we’re winnin’ High fives Barstools spinnin’ Jukebox grinnin’ while we’re singin’ Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Tire tracks out front Her lipstick on my glass She jokes with the bartender About my stubborn past Pool cue chalk clouds Darts thump that wall Everybody knows my name Everybody takes my call [Chorus] Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women We ain’t got much But it sure feels like we’re winnin’ High fives Barstools spinnin’ Jukebox grinnin’ while we’re singin’ Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women (hey!) [Bridge] Some folks chase bright things Big clocks Big crowds Big schemes Me I like these worn-out boots And her hand slippin’ into my blue jeans [Chorus] Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women Out here in the middle of nowhere Feels a whole lot like we’re livin’ High fives Barstools spinnin’ Jukebox grinnin’ while we’re singin’ Small town bar Cold beer Good friends and great women
Tags
Laid-back country rock bar jam with male vocals; twangy electric guitars and warm acoustic strums over a steady, midtempo groove. Thick, round bass walking under a tight snare, with organ pads filling the corners. Verses stay conversational and close-up; chorus lifts with stacked gang vocals and a singalong feel, overhead claps in the last hook for that last-call swell.
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026