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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fresh wax, first chair
Cold air cuts like glass
Edges humming under me
I just wanna go fast
Corduroy carving
Heart rate climbing high
Then I see that flash of red
Parked across my line
[Chorus]
Here comes the red vest rodeo
Blowin’ that whistle like a slide trombone
Pointin’ at my lift pass, “Son, that’s your last”
Like I’m some outlaw burnin’ up the snow
He’s power trippin’ at the rodeo
Can’t stand a sinner goin’ fast
[Verse 2]
He barks, “Slow down!”
Like I robbed the lodge
Writes my name on a soggy pad
Like he’s judge and God
Kids in jeans straight side-slippin’
He don’t bat an eye
But I tip a ski on the fall line
And suddenly I’m the crime
[Chorus]
Here comes the red vest rodeo
Blowin’ that whistle like a slide trombone
Pointin’ at my lift pass, “Son, that’s your last”
Like I’m some outlaw burnin’ up the snow
He’s power trippin’ at the rodeo
Can’t stand a sinner goin’ fast
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Maybe he was twenty once
Chasin’ lines at dawn
Maybe one hard fall
Turned every joy to “wrong”
[fiddle break]
But I ain’t built for brake lights
On a perfect run like glass
So throw me in ski jail, cowboy
I’ll still dream in speed and tracks
[Chorus]
Here comes the red vest rodeo
[Chorus]
[Outro]
One more lap, last lift
Yeah, I slide right past
Tip my hat to that red vest king
Then disappear in the blast
Details
GeneratedJan 14, 2026
Duration2:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Rowdy fiddle-forward country with a bar-band stomp and male vocals. Double-stops and gritty bow accents mirror siren energy; verses ride a two-step shuffle with walking bass and brushed snare, chorus slams in with gang shouts, boot-stomp kicks, and a shout-along hook. Mild swing in the groove, space for a short fiddle break before the final chorus, big crowd-pleaser ending with stacked harmonies and a held vocal tag., vocal
Credits
Prompt byDefeatingOdin0
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Red vest Power tripping ski patrol that despises fast skiers, fiddle country, male vocal
