Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old ‘98 with the dented door Bench seat ripped, change on the floor Paint all faded from the summer sun But it still starts up, so the night’s begun Cooler in the back, couple muddy boots Tackle box rattlin’ with the worn-out lures Dust in the mirror, sky burnin’ red Whole damn world in this county road stretch [Chorus] Ridin’ in my old ‘98 Chevy Windows down, let the day get heavy Backroads hummin’ under these tires Chasin’ that quiet, chasin’ that fire (yeah) Got a pole in the bed, got a tag in my pocket Laughin’ so hard that I almost drop it Every little moment, I’m takin’ it all Like that old buck hangin’ on the wall [Verse 2] Hit that curve where the gravel gets deep Crank it up loud, let the worries all sleep Park by the creek, hear the bullfrogs sing Cast one out, watch the bobber ring Duck call hangin’ from the rearview glass Stories on stories ‘bout the ones that passed Missed that shot? we still joke today ‘Cause the ones that got away made us this way (yeah) [Chorus] Ridin’ in my old ‘98 Chevy Windows down, let the day get heavy Backroads hummin’ under these tires Chasin’ that quiet, chasin’ that fire (hey) Got a pole in the bed, got a tag in my pocket Laughin’ so hard that I almost drop it Every little moment, I’m takin’ it all Like that old buck hangin’ on the wall [Bridge] We were young, we were broke, but we had that truck We had mud on our jeans and a run of good luck Every sunrise, every last call Built a big life in a town so small (so small) [Chorus] Ridin’ in my old ‘98 Chevy Windows down, let the day get heavy Backroads hummin’ under these tires Chasin’ that quiet, chasin’ that fire Got a pole in the bed, got a tag in my pocket Laughin’ so hard that I almost drop it (oh yeah) Every little moment, I’m takin’ it all Like that old buck hangin’ on the wall Like that old buck hangin’ on the wall
Tags
rap, Rap-pop country crossover with male vocals; twangy acoustic and banjo over a head-nodding trap groove, warm sub bass. Verses ride a talky, melodic flow; chorus opens up into a big singalong hook with stacked harmonies and crowd-style “hey”s. Subtle slide guitar licks in the gaps, roomy claps on the backbeat, hooky whistle line shadowing the chorus melody., country, pop
Duration
2:36
Instrumental
No
Created
3/13/2026