Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Board in the back of my old brown truck
Frost on the glass and the chains half stuck
Breath in the air like a little white flag
Boots by the tailgate, flannel in the bag
[Chorus]
Snow boarding and a cold beer
That’s my kind of high out here
Carving down the mountain like I stole this day
Ice on my brim, sun on my face
Laughing with the boys when we all wipe out
Crack another top, let the worries melt down
Snow boarding and a cold beer
Yeah, that’s my kind of year
[Verse 2]
Lift line long but the talk comes easy
One more run, yeah the hill’s still teasing
Goggles ring tan and my legs feel done
But that first sip hits like a second sun
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Board tracks fading in a pink sky glow
Truck bed tailgate turned into a barroom show
You raise your can, say “to days like this”
Cold hands, warm heart, and a buzz like this
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 14, 2026
Duration2:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Modern country with a laid-back groove and warm acoustic strums, brushed kit, and subtle steel guitar swells. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, then the chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a driving backbeat. Male vocals with a relaxed, grin-in-the-voice delivery; mix leans on twangy guitars and a singalong, bar-ready hook.
Credits
Prompt byDefeatingOdin0
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Snow boarding and a cold beer, country
