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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Milking cows at dawn
Bailing hay till noon
Boots got brown on 'em
Sun beat down too soon
Old truck in the field
Dust on the tailgate
Tonight we tear it up
Can't nobody make me wait
[Pre-Chorus]
Jack in my hand
Jim on the burn
Corn rows wide
Watch the night turn
Neon from the barn
Bass from the cab
Everybody knows
We came to have a blast
[Chorus]
Red solo cups, red solo cups
Pass 'em round, don't stop
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We shake the whole corn crop
Jack and Jim
Make us grin
Kick up mud, let it fly
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We party all damn night
[Verse 2]
Girl in a denim vest
Laughin' by the fence
Radio crackle loud
Back porch confidence
Hay bale seats packed tight
Hands up in the air
Moonshine in the ice chest
Got that country dare
[Pre-Chorus]
Jack in my hand
Jim on the burn
Corn rows wide
Watch the night turn
Neon from the barn
Bass from the cab
Everybody knows
We came to have a blast
[Chorus]
Red solo cups, red solo cups
Pass 'em round, don't stop
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We shake the whole corn crop
Jack and Jim
Make us grin
Kick up mud, let it fly
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We party all damn night
[Bridge]
Truck bed swayin'
Stars get loud
Somebody's singin'
To the whole damn crowd
One more round
Then we go again
Field full of joy
And my closest friends
[Final Chorus]
Red solo cups, red solo cups
Pass 'em round, don't stop
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We shake the whole corn crop
Jack and Jim
Make us grin
Kick up mud, let it fly
Red solo cups, red solo cups
We party all damn night
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2026
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country fast-paced two-step with stomping kick, snapping snare, and fiddle licks; verse rides dusty farm details, pre-chorus tightens with handclaps and rising harmony, chorus opens with gang vocals and a singback hook. Lead vocal is rough and close-mic with shouted doubles, banjo runs, clinking-cup textures, and a bright punchy mix., country
Credits
Prompt byHikariu
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Milking cows, bailing hay, red solo cups, my friend jack and Jim beam Country fast high pace like a party in a cornfield
