Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I punch in with the dawn
Dust on my jeans
Coffee in a red cup
Work boots and grease
Hay in the truck bed
Fence posts in a row
Long day ahead of me
Everybody knows
I hauled them boards up
I swung that hammer straight
Sun climbed over that field
I never called it late
Boss said keep it moving
So I kept my head low
Got another mile to go
Before I get home
[Pre-Chorus]
Back starts aching
Hands stay sore
Still got enough
For a little bit more
Sky getting golden
Town getting loud
You can catch me later
But not right now
[Chorus]
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
Dust on the ground
Work till the sun goes down
Clock hands spin
But I don't slow down
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
[Verse 2]
Tailgate table supper
Paper plate beans
Kids run through the yard
Screaming in between
Mama on the porch light
Setting that scene
I give her my hard-earned
Worn-out me
Some folks chase a weekend
I chase a pay
One more load unloaded
Before the day fades away
I ain't rich but baby
I know my ground
If you want this life with me
You work till the sun goes down
[Pre-Chorus]
Back starts aching
Hands stay sore
Still got enough
For a little bit more
Sky getting golden
Town getting loud
You can catch me later
But not right now
[Chorus]
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
Dust on the ground
Work till the sun goes down
Clock hands spin
But I don't slow down
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
[Bridge]
When that last light fades
I finally breathe
Lean on that gate
And watch my sweat turn free
Tomorrow's coming
Like it always has
Same old road
Same old chance
[Final Chorus]
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
Dust on the ground
Work till the sun goes down
Clock hands spin
But I don't slow down
Work till the sun goes down
(Work till the sun goes down)
Work till the sun goes down
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2026
Duration3:15
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap with stomping half-time drums, fingerpicked banjo over clipped 808 kick, and a dusty shuffle groove; verse rides a lean talk-sung pocket, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and bass ticks, chorus hits with gang shouts, banjo stabs, and a hard hook. Lead vocal is close-mic with gritty doubles on key lines, ad-lib echoes on the hook word, and a few shouted responses. Ear candy: harmonica pickup into the chorus, boot-stomp fills between phrases, and a short tape-swell before the final hook. Bright, punchy, and rough-edged., rap, country
Credits
Prompt bylilman
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A country rap about working till the sun goes down
