Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pull in the truck where the reeds grow thick Netley Creek calling our names Coolers rattle Sunburnt crew Already half to blame Old blue tarp and a busted chair Somehow it feels like home Neighbors yelling Staggering close (You’re never drinking alone) [Chorus] So raise your beers by Netley Creek Let the bonfire paint us red To the drunken neighbors singing off-key And the spinning in your head From Fireball shots and Paralyzers Till the shoreline starts to sway We’ll toast this muddy little slice of heaven Till the night drinks us away [Verse 2] Smoke in our clothes Ash in our hair Marshmallows fall in the sand Someone’s passed out face-down laughing Bottle still in hand Some tell tales that grow each round Some can barely speak But every cheer and every spill Belongs to Netley Creek [Chorus] So raise your beers by Netley Creek Let the bonfire paint us red To the drunken neighbors singing off-key And the spinning in your head From Fireball shots and Paralyzers Till the shoreline starts to sway We’ll toast this muddy little slice of heaven Till the night drinks us away [Bridge] One more shot? (One more shot!) Just one more song (sing it loud!) If we fall down in this sand We fall with this whole crowd [Chorus] So raise your beers by Netley Creek Let the bonfire paint us red To the drunken neighbors singing off-key And the spinning in your head From Fireball shots and Paralyzers Till the sunrise starts to peek We’ll still be laughing Half-unconscious Cursed and blessed by Netley Creek
Tags
Rowdy sea shanty energy on land; stomping kick, floor toms, and group gang vocals like a dockside chorus. Acoustic guitars and upright bass drive a swinging 6/8 groove, with fiddle and penny whistle trading riffs. Big shout-along hooks, clinking bottle percussion, rowdy male vocals leading the chant with friends piling in on choruses., shanty
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026