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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You still wear your work boots
even when you don’t work
The boys at the diner
talk like they know how it hurts
You laugh with one hand
and hide the other one shaking
I learned how to read your face
before the next mistake
[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “He’s a hard man”
they say, “He’s set in his ways”
But I see the long nights
and the bills in the ashtray
I’m trying to stand tall
while the whole town is looking
And your name sits on my tongue
like a prayer I keep swallowing
[Chorus]
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
I want to make you proud
while you’re still here with me
Don’t let the bottle win
don’t let the dark cut deep
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
[Verse 2]
Your old dog at the screen door
ears up when you come home
I count the empty promises
like stones in the yard I know
Your hands on the banister
used to feel like forever
Now every phone call
sounds like weather
[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “Walk away now”
they say, “That’s not your fight”
But I still hear your stories
from the backseat at night
And I’m running out of miles
to show you I mean it
If I wait for the perfect day
I might miss the only one you need
[Chorus]
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
I want to make you proud
while you’re still here with me
Don’t let the bottle win
don’t let the dark cut deep
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
[Bridge]
If your hands start to tremble
I’ll hold them steady
If your voice goes quiet
I’ll still say I’m ready
I don’t need a hero
I need you to stay
Just one more sunrise
with your face in the frame
[Chorus]
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
I want to make you proud
while you’re still here with me
Don’t let the bottle win
don’t let the dark cut deep
I want to make you proud
before the last train leaves
Details
GeneratedApr 25, 2026
Duration4:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
Acoustic rock with fingerpicked guitar, brushed kick, and steady tom pulses; verse rides close-mic voice and sparse strings, pre-chorus opens with layered harmonies and rising acoustic strums, chorus hits with full-band lift and doubled lead vocal. Bridge drops to lonely guitar and room tone, then final chorus adds gang “oh”s, handclaps, and a ringing slide. Warm, raw, front-porch mix with a punchy live-room edge., rock, acoustic
Credits
Prompt byGoldenDash654
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
acoustic rock about the difficulties of a dad struggling with addiction, the expectations of his peers and the knowledge of the limited time left with his dad before it is too late to make him proud
