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[Verse 1]
Born off 41
Flatland in my blood
Cornfields on the left
Mud tires in the sludged
Grandpa's old barn
Red paint, bent hinge
Mama packed my lunch
In a brown paper ring
[Pre-Chorus]
Friday night grease
On my boots and hands
Little town pulse
All the way through the stands
We were poor but loud
We were raised on grit
When the county line glowed
Man, we made it fit
[Chorus]
Hoosier tailgate, hoist it high
(hoist it high)
Backroad kids with a fire in their eye
(fire in their eye)
Indiana, that's my name
(that's my name)
Raised up tough, still I play the game
Hoosier tailgate, sing it loud
(sing it loud)
From the gravel roads to the packed-out crowd
(packed-out crowd)
Where I come from, we don't fade
(we don't fade)
We were born in the wide-open shade
[Verse 2]
Dad had a work truck
Bench seat split
Two kids in the back
And a half-bad fit
County fair dust
On a July face
Sweet corn lines
And a pie bake race
Mom said boy, keep straight
Don't act too slick
So I learned to grin
And I learned to stick
[Pre-Chorus]
Friday night grease
On my boots and hands
Little town pulse
All the way through the stands
We were poor but loud
We were raised on grit
When the county line glowed
Man, we made it fit
[Chorus]
Hoosier tailgate, hoist it high
(hoist it high)
Backroad kids with a fire in their eye
(fire in their eye)
Indiana, that's my name
(that's my name)
Raised up tough, still I play the game
Hoosier tailgate, sing it loud
(sing it loud)
From the gravel roads to the packed-out crowd
(packed-out crowd)
Where I come from, we don't fade
(we don't fade)
We were born in the wide-open shade
[Bridge]
If you see me now
With my ball cap turned
It's the same old kid
Let the whole world learn
From the hog lot dust
To the Friday lights
I was built from corn
And a hundred hard nights
[Chorus]
Hoosier tailgate, hoist it high
(hoist it high)
Backroad kids with a fire in their eye
(fire in their eye)
Indiana, that's my name
(that's my name)
Raised up tough, still I play the game
Hoosier tailgate, sing it loud
(sing it loud)
From the gravel roads to the packed-out crowd
(packed-out crowd)
Where I come from, we don't fade
(we don't fade)
We were born in the wide-open shade
Details
GeneratedJun 2, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country-rap anthem with stomp-clap four-on-the-floor, trap hats tucked under twangy Telecaster riffs; verse rides a boom-bap pocket with talk-sung cadences, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a pedal-steel swell, chorus hits wide with gang shouts and a stadium-size singalong. Vocal is close-mic and gritty in verses, doubled on hooks, with ad-lib echoes, crowd chants, and riser lifts into each drop. Bright, punchy, and open-air, country, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Zane_Blackwood
Zane_BlackwoodModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Stadium country, hip-hop, Morgan wallen style song about growing up in Indiana
