Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rust on the mailbox Sun on that gravel road We carved our names in oak bark Said we'd never let go (oh-oh) Bare feet on the dashboard July on my blue jean sleeve You laughed at my bad jokes Said, “Boy, don’t ever leave” [Chorus] From a one-light town to this full house love Same two hearts, just a little grown up We were kids in the creek, now we’re holding her hand Watching our granddaughter dance in the living room again If this ain't heaven, I don't need more West Virginia on the fridge, baby, that's what it's for We got you, me, and her spinning ’round this floor Life is good, I don't need more (oh-oh) [Verse 2] Friday at the bleachers You wore my faded tee We dreamed about the big world But it kept calling me Still we stayed for the mountains The porch and the evening rain Now she's in your old sundress Chasing fireflies again [Chorus] From a one-light town to this full house love Same two hearts, just a little grown up We were kids in the creek, now we’re holding her hand Watching our granddaughter dance in the living room again If this ain't heaven, I don't need more West Virginia on the fridge, baby, that's what it's for We got you, me, and her spinning ’round this floor Life is good, I don't need more (hey) [Bridge] She calls you “Mama’s mama” Calls me “Papa” and laughs Every wrinkle on our fingers Is a mile on our shared map We don't need some big city When her smile lights up this place Three generations in a hug I see forever in your face (oh-oh) [Chorus] From a one-light town to this full house love Same two hearts, just a little grown up We were kids in the creek, now we’re holding her hand Watching our granddaughter dance in the living room again If this ain't heaven, I don't need more West Virginia on the fridge, baby, that's what it's for We got you, me, and her spinning ’round this floor Life is good, I don't need more Life is good, I don't need more (oh-oh)
Tags
country, Shiny 80s synth stabs over modern country drums with bright K-pop gloss, male and female vocals trading lines. Verses stay intimate with clean guitar and warm pads; chorus explodes with stacked harmonies, big snare, and soaring synth leads. Middle-eight drops to half-time with vocoder touches, then final chorus modulates up for a hands-in-the-air feel., k-pop
Duration
3:57
Instrumental
No
Created
2/20/2026