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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
That phone rang late
At eleven fifty-eight
And the words came down
Like a gate slammed shut
They said your name
Then they said you were gone
And it ripped my heart
Right out of my chest
[Pre-Chorus]
I stood there still
With the dark all around
Trying to breathe
But I hit the ground
A few weeks passed
But it still feels new
Every empty room
Still leads me to you
[Chorus]
One more hunting trip
Just me and you
One more sunrise
In the morning dew
One more hunting trip
I keep asking for
(Dad, one more trip)
But the woods stay quiet
At the old deer stand door
[Verse 2]
I was out in the woods
With my gun and my boots
Thinking of your laugh
And the stories you told
I watched the brush move
I watched the sky turn gold
And I wished I could have
Just one ride with you
[Pre-Chorus]
One cold breath
And I heard your voice
Say keep it steady
Son, you got a choice
So I raised my head
Through the ache and the grief
Like you were still there
Walking next to me
[Chorus]
One more hunting trip
Just me and you
One more sunrise
In the morning dew
One more hunting trip
I keep asking for
(Dad, one more trip)
But the woods stay quiet
At the old deer stand door
[Bridge]
If heaven’s got a ridge line
And a place to sit
I hope you’ve got your rifle
And the perfect wind
When my time comes
I’ll head your way
And we’ll make that trip
That we never made
[Final Chorus]
One more hunting trip
Just me and you
One more sunrise
In the morning dew
One more hunting trip
I keep asking for
(Dad, one more trip)
Till I see your face
At the old deer stand door
Details
GeneratedMay 25, 2026
Duration4:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country ballad, slow 6/8 sway with brushed drums, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm bass, and sobbing pedal steel; verse stays close and plain, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmony, chorus lands sparse and chantable, then final chorus widens with higher steel and gentle gang vocal echoes. Intimate lead vocal with tender doubles on the hook, soft delay throws on key lines, dusk wind and distant crow texture between sections, warm analog mix with a dusty, lived-in feel.
Credits
Prompt byMightyAnthem421
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
That phone call at 11:58 pm to find out that your dad is gone it rips the hart out of your chest. A few weeks later I was out hunting thinking of you dad wishing I could have one hunting trip with you
