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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red clay dust on my tailgate
Boots kicked off on the stoop
Screen door slappin’ that evening air
Dog snorin’ by my two old boots
Ten acres out past the blacktop
Rust-worn wire runnin’ the line
Swing chains creak on that front porch beam
Like a slow heartbeat keepin’ time
[Chorus]
Give me these winding dirt roads
Low and long
Ten acres of quiet where I belong
Wire fence leanin’
Silver in the dawn
Front porch swing where the day drifts on
Yeah
The world keeps callin’ from way out there
But I got all I need right here
On these winding dirt roads and ten good acres strong
On this old front porch swing
I’m home
[Verse 2]
Cornbread coolin’ on the window
Sweet tea sweat on the rail
Banjo hummin’ in my weathered hands
While that steel guitar just wails
[Instrumental break – fiddle and steel answer the last line]
Kids chase fireflies through the fence posts
Granddad’s hat on the nail
Every board on this beat-up porch
Knows every word of our tales
[Chorus]
Give me these winding dirt roads
Low and long
Ten acres of quiet where I belong
Wire fence leanin’
Silver in the dawn
Front porch swing where the day drifts on
Yeah
The world keeps callin’ from way out there
But I got all I need right here
On these winding dirt roads and ten good acres strong
On this old front porch swing
I’m home
[Bridge]
Let ’em chase that shine and dollar
Let ’em race that dotted line
I’ll be watchin’ that sunset holler
Paint the pines one last time (one last time)
[Chorus]
Give me these winding dirt roads
Low and long
Ten acres of quiet where I belong
Wire fence leanin’
Silver in the dawn
Front porch swing where the day drifts on
Yeah
The world keeps callin’ from way out there
But I got all I need right here
On these winding dirt roads and ten good acres strong
On this old front porch swing
I’m home
(on this old front porch swing, I’m home)
Details
GeneratedMar 7, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Hard country / Southern rock Americana with raspy male vocals; crunchy tele through a driven amp, steady mid-tempo stomp, steel guitar weeping around a twangy banjo bed; fiddle lines answering vocal phrases. Verses start sparse with kick, acoustic, and steel swells; chorus widens with stacked gang-style harmonies, handclap feel on 2 and 4, and a grit-laced vocal push. Short fiddle and steel turnaround between sections, overall warm analog mix with a dusty, lived-in feel., swing, southern rock, violin, country
Credits
Prompt byMightyKnight610
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country song using a raspy hard Chris Stapleton style voice using a Steele guitar, banjo, and a violin. Lyrics will be about winding dirt roads 10 acres and whir fence with swing on the front porch
