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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Old flannel shirts and cowboy boots,
A treasure trove in these dusty roots.
Sorting through the bins, what’ll we find?
A disco ball, or a love that’s blind?
Each tag’s a story, each rack’s a ride,
It’s a thrift store paradise.
[Chorus]
We’re living high, we’re feeling grand,
With mismatched mugs in our hands.
Every aisle’s a laugh, every shelf’s a prize,
With good friends near, it’s no disguise.
Working hard, but it don’t feel like toil,
At Value Village, we strike gold in the soil.
[Verse 2]
Denim jackets with patches sewn,
Records spinning what the past has known.
A broken lamp or a velvet chair,
Who needs new when there’s magic there?
We’re the curators of secondhand dreams,
Sewing laughter into the seams.
[Prechorus]
Each tag we scan, it tells a tale,
From prom night dresses to old chainmail.
[Chorus]
We’re living high, we’re feeling grand,
With mismatched mugs in our hands.
Every aisle’s a laugh, every shelf’s a prize,
With good friends near, it’s no disguise.
Working hard, but it don’t feel like toil,
At Value Village, we strike gold in the soil.
[Bridge]
Oh, the customers, they come and go,
From college kids to grannies slow.
We spin the stories, we share the fun,
In this little shop, we’ve already won.
Details
GeneratedOct 11, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
twangy acoustic with playful fiddle and stomping rhythm, country
Credits
Prompt by
WaveyPhaser636
WaveyPhaser636ModelAria v4
Prompt
A crazy country song about how fun it is working at value village with good friends by your side
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