Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Grandpa’s boots by the door
Grandma’s apron on the hook
Sour grass after rain
And that old blue tackle box
Eggs in a dented pan
Jars lined up by the sink
I can still hear the floor
When the morning boards would creak
[Pre-Chorus]
I was small in that big sun
Running wild through the clover
Now I blink, and it’s gone
Gone and over
[Chorus]
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
I miss the fields where we ran
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Wish I could go back again
Time runs fast, time runs fast
Through my hands like grain
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Say their names again
[Verse 2]
Tractor marks in the dirt
Corn husks stacked by the shed
Pumpkin vines on the fence
And the red barn overhead
Grandma hummed while she worked
Grandpa whistled at dusk
Now the porch is all quiet
But it still remembers us
[Pre-Chorus]
I was small in that big sun
Running wild through the clover
Now I blink, and it’s gone
Gone and over
[Chorus]
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
I miss the fields where we ran
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Wish I could go back again
Time runs fast, time runs fast
Through my hands like grain
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Say their names again
[Bridge]
If I close my eyes
I’m back by the gate
Mud on my shoes
And a summer that waits
One more laugh
One more climb
One more slow walk
Through that old farm line
[Chorus]
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
I miss the fields where we ran
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Wish I could go back again
Time runs fast, time runs fast
Through my hands like grain
I miss the farm, I miss the farm
Say their names again
Style
acoustic folk ballad with fingerpicked guitarbrushed snareupright bassand warm room chorus; verse rides close and nostalgic with solo voice and porch-grit detailpre-chorus lifts on harmony drone and open chordschorus lands bigger with stacked doubles and a simple singback tag. bridge pulls to bare guitar and breathy vocalthen final chorus returns with fuller harmonieshandclapsand a soft pedal-steel sigh. intimate close-mic mixnatural and woodsywith tape hissa creaking-pickup soundand a gentle transition swell into the last chorus.acoustic
Prompt
I remember Grandpa and Grandma’s farm. It makes me feel Wishing for those days . I miss The farm. Time flies by so Too fast. My favorite genre of music is Acoustic.
Credits
Prompt byBoldDash772
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
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