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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 26, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt by
ConnorPare
ConnorPareModelAria v5
Prompt
Small town bar cold beer good friends and great women
