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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thermos on the counter
boots by the door
You trace my name
in the sawdust on the floor
You hate that old timeclock
more than I do
But this roof, these kids
that all comes from you
[Chorus]
I’ll be back soon, babe
might be a long few nights
But every mile I’m gone
I’m drivin’ toward your light
I ain’t chasin’ money
I’m chasin’ that porch swing view
You’re the reason that I grind
I do what I do for you
[Verse 2]
You pack my shirts with pictures
crayons, crooked hearts
A little “come home, Daddy”
tearin’ me apart
I kiss your tired shoulder
say, “lock that door real tight”
I’m leavin’ for a paycheck
but I’m livin’ for our life
[Chorus]
I’ll be back soon, babe
might be a long few nights
But every mile I’m gone
I’m drivin’ toward your light
I ain’t chasin’ money
I’m chasin’ that porch swing view
You’re the reason that I grind
I do what I do for you
[Bridge]
Some men run from something
I’m runnin’ toward this name on our mail
Every call, every scar on these hands
is a promise I’ll never bail (oh no)
[Chorus]
I’ll be back soon, babe
count the sleeps, not days
When the sun hits Friday
I’ll be comin’ up your way
I ain’t chasin’ money
I’m chasin’ that porch swing view
You’re the coffee, you’re the cause
I do what I do for you
Details
GeneratedMar 22, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Dusty mid-tempo country ballad with male vocals, twangy telecaster and brushed snare, warm upright bass. First verse sparse with just acoustic guitar and light pedal steel; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a touch of organ. Subtle train-beat groove underlines the “weeks at a time” distance, bridge pulls everything down to almost a whisper before a final, aching chorus.
Credits
Prompt byJakeG
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rusty country song about a husband reassuring his wife that he’ll be back soon even though he works weeks at a time. She’s why he does what he does. He puts his nose to the grindstone for the family
