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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Neon clock say half past two
Bartender’s wiping down the truth
Same three songs on that old jukebox
Same four beers and I still can't talk
[Chorus]
I’m drunk sad in a west Texas bar
Talking to your ghost in an empty car
Pickup parked out by the railroad tracks
But you ain't there in the rearview glass
I keep pouring my heart in this paper cup
Every swallow just brings you up
Drunk sad, that’s the best I got
In this one-horse town, in this one last shot
[Verse 2]
Your lipstick stain on my shirt tail fray
Still smells like that goodbye day
Your daddy said I’d lose you fast
Guess that old man finally got one right at last
[Chorus]
I’m drunk sad in a west Texas bar
Talking to your ghost in an empty car
Pickup parked out by the railroad tracks
But you ain't there in the rearview glass
I keep pouring my heart in this paper cup
Every swallow just brings you up
Drunk sad, that’s the best I got
In this one-horse town, in this one last shot
[Bridge]
[Band drops softer, crowd murmur]
If loving you was wrong, I never learned
Just bought another round and let it burn
If you walk back in, girl, I’ll be right here
Same old stool, same old stupid tear (hey)
[Chorus]
I’m drunk sad in a west Texas bar
Talking to your ghost in an empty car
Pickup parked out by the railroad tracks
But you ain't there in the rearview glass
I keep pouring my heart in this paper cup
Every swallow just brings you up
Drunk sad, babe, that’s all I am
Just a worn-out song and an empty hand
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Dusty Texas bar-band feel: male vocals over twangy telecaster, upright piano, brushed snare, and warm pedal steel. Starts slow and slurred, like a late set ballad; chorus swells with crowd-sung harmonies and ringing chords. Keep it raw and a little out-of-breath, with subtle room reverb to feel like a small-town stage., sad
Credits
Prompt by
TREADWAY_FLOW
TREADWAY_FLOWModelAria v5
Prompt
Country, male, live, texas, drunk sad
