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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama poured burnt coffee
In a chipped blue mug
Dad came home from the night shift
Looking half worn out and rough
We shared one bathroom mirror
And a slow-drip sink
I learned how to count my pennies
Before I learned how to think
[Pre-Chorus]
Then I found a fast lane
And I lost my name
Every small-town promise
Turned to smoke and shame
[Chorus]
I was built in that hard house
Raised on grit and ache
Then I signed my name in blue
For a chance to break
I was gone, gone, gone
But I came back through
From the barista’s house
To a life that's true
[Verse 2]
I chased that first warm feeling
Like a dog chases bone
Kept a bottle in my glovebox
And a secret in my phone
My hands shook on the counter
When the dawn came in
I said, "one more day, Lord"
Then I'd do it again
[Pre-Chorus]
Then I heard my boots hit
That hard barracks floor
I saw the man I buried
And I wanted more
[Chorus]
I was built in that hard house
Raised on grit and ache
Then I signed my name in blue
For a chance to break
I was gone, gone, gone
But I came back through
From the barista’s house
To a life that's true
[Bridge]
Now I write home on Sundays
With a steady hand
Tell that scared boy in the mirror
You're still gonna stand
I keep my head up high now
Let the shame fall away
If I fell down a hundred times
I got one more day
[Final Chorus]
I was built in that hard house
Raised on grit and ache
Then I signed my name in blue
For a chance to break
I was gone, gone, gone
But I came back through
From the barista’s house
To a life that's true
From the barista’s house
I came back through
Details
GeneratedJun 4, 2026
Duration3:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country twang with a steady two-step groove, clipped acoustic strums, fiddle fills, and a soft pedal steel sighing between lines; verse rides sparse guitar and brushed drums, pre-chorus opens with bass and harmony lift, chorus lands with stomping gang vocals and a singback hook. Lead vocal stays close-mic and cracked in the verses, doubled on the hook, with little mandolin tags, reverse guitar swells into transitions, and a warm, dusty mix with radio-ready punch., country
Credits
Prompt by
J_D
J_DModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Country twang talk about how I joined the military and before struggled with a barista’s household and personally struggled with addiction
