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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Main Street ended at the feed store sign
Two stoplights blinking, same old line
Dad by the dock with a Zebco cast
Sun on the water, time moved fast
Me and my brother in the bed of the truck
Mud on our boots, not much but luck
[Pre-Chorus]
We learned how to wait
By a bobber on a string
Learned how to swing
And how to take a hit
[Chorus]
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Dad on the bank, kids in the chrome
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Small town raised us, bone by bone (bone by bone)
[Verse 2]
Summer nights under the ballfield lights
Dust in our mouths, slide to the right
Brother at short with a busted grin
Talking smack like he always wins
I’d chase that fly while the crowd would cheer
Dad on the fence with a cold root beer
We lost some games and we won some too
That old dirt diamond made us who we grew
[Pre-Chorus]
We learned how to wait
By a bobber on a string
Learned how to swing
And how to take a hit
[Chorus]
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Dad on the bank, kids in the chrome
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Small town raised us, bone by bone (bone by bone)
[Bridge]
Now the truck’s gone quiet, the field looks small
Brother’s got kids, and I still call
Dad’s hands are slower, but he still smiles
When that pole bends down, he lights up miles
I bring my boy to that same old bend
Tell him this river’s where we began
[Chorus]
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Dad on the bank, kids in the chrome
Dockside dirt roads, that’s home
Small town raised us, bone by bone (bone by bone)
[Outro]
Dockside dirt roads
Still in my bones
Dockside dirt roads
That’s home
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap with a mid-tempo two-step swing, plucked banjo riff over 808 knock, and a steady clap on the backbeat; verse rides sparse with guitar, bass, and porch-chord snaps, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a snare build, chorus hits with gang vocals and a sung hook. Close-mic lead vocal with country twang, doubled lines on the hook, ad-lib shouts tucked wide. Ear candy: creek-water foley, a short harmonica stab before each chorus, and a slide-guitar fill after the second verse. Bright, dusty, and punchy in the mix., country, rap
Credits
Prompt byDusty_Hat
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Country rap song about a small town and fishing with dad and playing baseball and growing up with brother
