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Lyrics
[Verse]
The neon hum cuts through the Texas night,
Fluorescent glow, it don't feel quite right.
Selling wires and parts for a dime-store wage,
Dreams of the big time locked in a cage.
[Chorus]
Oh, San Antonio, where the river runs slow,
I’m stuck in this shack with nowhere to go.
The AM buzz and the FM crack,
Life feels like static in this Radio Shack.
[Verse 2]
Customers come, and they barely glance,
Looking for a fuse or a last chance.
I smile and nod, say, "Have a good day,"
But I’m counting the hours 'til I slip away.
[Chorus]
Oh, San Antonio, where the river runs slow,
I’m stuck in this shack with nowhere to go.
The AM buzz and the FM crack,
Life feels like static in this Radio Shack.
[Bridge]
Dreams of a guitar and a rodeo star,
Playing honky-tonks, not selling VCRs.
But the rent don’t wait, and the bills don’t care,
So I clock in again and breathe this stale air.
[Verse 3]
The Alamo stands just a stone’s throw away,
A symbol of courage I long to display.
But I’m tethered here by the weight of my fear,
A prisoner of my own frontier.
Details
GeneratedMay 28, 2025
Duration3:35
LanguageEnglish
Style
live, country western, country, male vocals, acoustic
Credits
Prompt by
OnsiHumma
OnsiHummaModelAria v4
Prompt
A song about running a radio shack in san antonio making minimum wage, country western, live
