Track · Apr 21, 2026 · English

Whiskey and Prime Rib

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3:58

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I pack black cases by dawn

Tape on my hands, coffee gone

You count the miles in your head

I count the frames till I'm fed

Hotel soap, airport bread

Same old face in a blue-lit spread

[Pre-Chorus]

And she calls when the house goes still

Says, “Boy, come home if you will”

But the next load-in’s already booked

And the bus pulls out when she’s looking

[Chorus]

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Keeps me moving on

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Till the last song’s gone

My baby waits

My kids ask where

I say I’ll stay

Then I’m gone again

[Verse 2]

She saved my shirt with the tear

Ironed it flat with care

Little shoes by the door

Still I’m chasing one more

Her voice sits heavy in my ear

When I kiss them through the years

[Pre-Chorus]

She says, “Love, this house gets cold”

When the plates go dry and the nights run long

I swear I hear her in the cab

While the tires sing me back

[Chorus]

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Keeps me moving on

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Till the last song’s gone

My baby waits

My kids ask where

I say I’ll stay

Then I’m gone again

[Bridge]

There’s a crib in the corner now

Dust on the mantle somehow

I say I’ll quit by spring

But spring keeps changing everything

And every town claps loud for me

While my own front porch goes empty

[Chorus]

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Keeps me moving on

Whiskey and prime rib (whiskey and prime rib)

Till the last song’s gone

My baby waits

My kids ask where

I say I’ll stay

Then I’m gone again

[Outro]

I’m on the road most my life

A touring video guy gets no rest

He runs on whiskey and prime rib

And love he leaves behind

Style

country-rock with driving mid-tempo groovetight backbeatand a restless guitar pulse; verse rides dry acoustic and low pianopre-chorus opens with stacked toms and rising harmonychorus hits with full drumselectric strumsand gang-vocal hooks. lead vocal is close-mic and worn-inwith doubled lines on the hook and short delay throws on key words. ear candy: radio chatter fade-insa snare pickup into each chorusand a steel-guitar sigh between phrases. brightpunchyroad-worn mix with a warm low end.

Prompt

I’m on the road most my life. A touring video guy gets no rest. He runs on whiskey and prime rib. His family misses him dearly, and when she was at home, but he just keeps going back on the road

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LariDee

GeneratedApr 21, 2026

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