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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boots dusty, shirt stained, grease on my name,
Oil rig dreams ain't burnin' the same flame,
Now it’s rail lines, hammers, and heavy chains,
Calloused palms to numb the ache of change.
[Chorus]
Steel tracks screamin', but my heart’s stuck turnin',
Drills at dawn still the fire I’m yearnin',
Sweat falls steady, and the sun keeps burnin',
Blue collar ways, but my soul keeps churnin'.
[Verse 2]
Rails clangin', sparks dance like fireflies,
But I see derricks stretchin’ under open skies.
Pipe dreams wrapped in crude oil highs,
Now it’s wrenches and welds to mend these ties.
[Chorus]
Steel tracks screamin', but my heart’s stuck turnin',
Drills at dawn still the fire I’m yearnin',
Sweat falls steady, and the sun keeps burnin',
Blue collar ways, but my soul keeps churnin'.
[Bridge]
Punch the clock with grit, but the winds whisper truth,
Fields of black gold haunt me since my youth.
Fingers trace a wrench, but the scars prove the proof,
The oilfield’s my blood, though the tracks keep me glued.
[Verse 3]
Ain’t no shame in rail yards and old boxcars,
But my spirit’s stuck somewhere beneath West Texas stars.
Diesel shades the ache ‘neath my pickup’s scars,
Dreamin’ of crude days, strummin’ worn guitars.
Details
GeneratedMay 5, 2025
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
country-rap, male vocals, plucky guitar, country, rhythmic banjo, rap
Credits
Prompt bytheredneck420
ModelAria v4
Prompt
I want a country-rap song for a blue collar boy that misses the oilfield but works in the rail car service
