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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got red clay caked in my cuffs
Chain-link scars on my knuckles
Sun on the hood of that old truck
Badge on my back says trouble
I punch the clock, I swing the gate
I drag that load and I don’t complain
You can wash your hands, I’ll take the stain
I was built in the hard rain
[Pre-Chorus]
Call it rough
Call it wild
I don’t dress up
I don’t smile
For your little book
Of little rules
I’m a straight-line man
With work boots
[Chorus]
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
If that’s a crime, then baby
Lock the whole town down
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
You can keep your clean hands
I’ll keep my ground
[Verse 2]
Tailgate down with a broken tie
Rust on the fence and a hard-earned pride
Mama said, boy, you’re gonna shine
Not from gold, but from getting by
I’ve hauled hay through the midnight fog
Fixed my own fence with a bent-up saw
Ain’t no shame in the way I walk
When the day pays off
[Pre-Chorus]
Call it rough
Call it wild
I don’t dress up
I don’t smile
For your little book
Of little rules
I’m a straight-line man
With work boots
[Chorus]
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
If that’s a crime, then baby
Lock the whole town down
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
You can keep your clean hands
I’ll keep my ground
[Bridge]
Let ’em talk
Let ’em point
I know who I am
At the joint
Hands that work
Back that bends
That’s the kind of life
That don’t pretend
[Chorus]
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
If that’s a crime, then baby
Lock the whole town down
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
You can keep your clean hands
I’ll keep my ground
[Outro]
Yeah, I’ll keep my ground
Dirt under my nails
Dirt under my nails
Details
GeneratedAug 7, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern country rock with a steady backbeat, twangy electric guitar riffs, stomping kick drum, and a rough-sawn groove; verse rides close and swaggering, pre-chorus opens into gang shouts and rising guitar, chorus hits wide with stacked harmonies and a singback hook. Vocal stays grainy and front-and-center with doubled phrases, grit-laced ad-libs, and a slide-guitar turnaround into the final chorus. Bright, punchy mix with dusty edges and big radio-ready hooks., modern country rock
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
If dirt under my nails is a crime then get the rope and a tree and hang me high, modern country rock
