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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red clay caked on my boots
Dust in my lungs, badge in my rearview
Mama said, “Boy, pick a side”
Small town prayers, big city pride
[Pre-Chorus]
Half tank, heart full
Bible on the dash, mind full of bad news
One foot on the gravel, one on the gas
I’ve been runnin’ from the mirror in the glass
[Chorus]
Country must be country right
If it sounds like dirt and a Friday night
If it feels like hurt and a barroom fight
I’m singin’ for the lost ones, singin’ for my own life
Country must be country right
Even with these subs and the neon sky
If it heals my heart, if it saves my mind
Then this backroad battle cry
Is still country, country right
[Verse 2]
Tattoo ink on my tan line
Granddad’s knife, chrome shine on the waistline
Got a verse for the kids on the fence
Steel strings, gold teeth, same accent
[Pre-Chorus]
They say I changed, say I sold my name
But this old truck still knows my pain
From the hayfield smoke to the hood up high
It’s the same old prayer in a different rhyme
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Turn it up for the farmhands, [low vocal register]
Turn it up for the projects
Turn it up for the “never fit in”
And the lost, and the misfit prophets (yeah)
Boot prints on the pavement
Boot prints in the pine
If your heart beats like a shotgun
You’re still standin’ in my bloodline
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country, country rock, 808s, modern country, melodic, rhythmic, male
Credits
Prompt by
Jpaul14
Jpaul14ModelAria v5.5
