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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Steel toes kicked off in the dust
Timecard ink still on my thumb
Sun went down on that overtime
But this old day ain’t quite done
Boots in a circle
Sparks in the dark
Ash on my jeans
Wood smoke in my hair
Pass that bottle
Let it spin
See who’s got a story to share
[Chorus]
Whiskey by the fire
Burnin’ through the tired
All week on the wire
But tonight
We ain’t wired
Just work-worn hands and a beat-up choir
Singin’ low
Whiskey by the fire
[Verse 2]
Forty-five hours felt more like eighty
Boss man barkin’ through the phone
But out here
With these cracklin’ coals
I remember I ain’t alone
Grease on my knuckles
Pay still lean
But the stars don’t care ‘bout pay
One more sip
Then pass it round
Let the smoke steal the weight of the day
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] We trade tall tales ‘bout the ones that got away
[backing vocals] Got away
Got away
Calloused palms glow orange in the flame
[guitar solo]
Laughin’ so hard that the hard week fades
And for a minute
That’s enough
That’s enough
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 14, 2026
Duration3:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Mid-tempo country rock with a gritty, swinging groove. Strummed acoustic and twangy electric guitars lock in with a warm, roomy kit; bass walks simply underneath. Verses stay intimate, almost talk-sung around the fire; chorus opens with stacked male harmonies, tambourine, and a lift in the drums. Subtle organ pads and a short, melodic guitar solo in the bridge keep it under three minutes but big on heart., country rock
Credits
Prompt bySignalOrganic313
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country rock. Camp fire. Bottle of whisky. Working long hours
