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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun comes up on a gravel yard
Same old seed in the rusty pan
Boss man counting every feather I got
Like he owns this little patch of land
Wire on my left
Mud on my boots
Beaks in my business
Feels like I'm stuck in roots
[Chorus]
I'm just another chicken in the coop
Packed in tight with the cluckin' truth
Scratchin' in circles
Kickin' up dust
Dreams on the fence and a heart I trust
Hey
Hey
Let me fly
Cut me loose
From this life as a chicken in the coop
[Verse 2]
They ring that bell
Everybody runs
Heads down low for the crumbs and corn
I stare straight up at that busted roof
Swear I was built for a wilder storm
Fox in a tie
Smile so smooth
Sells us a story
Keeps nailin' down this roof
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
One thin plank between here and free
One hard kick and it’s you and me
Out past the barn and the diesel fumes
Past every name they ever used
[low vocal register] I’m more than feathers
More than proof
[gang vocals] More than a chicken in the coop
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Swaggering southern rock with twin guitars, barroom piano, and a loose, stomping groove. Verses ride on crunchy mid-tempo riffs and dry male vocals; chorus explodes with gang shouts, slide guitar fills, and big room toms. Brief breakdown before the last chorus with stripped-back drums, then everything slams back in for a singalong finish., southern rock
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern Rock about feeling like just another chicken in the coop.
