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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rust on the mailbox
Chalk on the drive
We’d race that busted Huffy
’Til the dusk turned to night
Grass stains on our blue jeans
Skinned-up knees
We were fine
Sunburned and laughing
Losing track of the time
[Chorus]
Back when the streetlights called our names
We were kings of the cul‑de‑sac
Wild and unafraid
Drinking from the hose
Warm water
Summer rain
It was you and me and the folks we loved
And a whole wide world we hadn’t used up yet
Back when the streetlights called our names
[Verse 2]
Porch swing creaking
Granddad telling old war tales
Cards on the table
Peanuts in a paper pale
One TV in the corner
But it just hummed soft and low
We talked more than we watched
Let the evening breeze blow
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
We had front yard fireworks
Fireflies in jars
Pie on the counter
Counting every star
(sidewalk symphonies, neighbor harmony)
If I could drive this old truck
Straight into that scene
I’d trade a thousand little screens
For one backyard dream
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Warm Southern rock band feel, overdriven twin guitars with a touch of slide, steady mid‑tempo groove and round bass. Verses stay lean and story-focused; choruses open up with wide gang vocals and stacked harmonies. Short guitar fills answer vocal lines; big, ringing chords on the final chorus and a tasteful melodic guitar outro. Male vocals with a raspy, lived-in tone., southern rock
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern Rock about the old days, drinking out of the hose, bike riding, spending time with people, barely any screens in sight. No cell phones.
