Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
3/7/2026