Still Country

polomac1914

Country Hip-Hop Fusion, Modern Country Vocals, Smooth, Confident Tone Hip-hop Influenced Instrumental, Deep 808 Groove, Crisp Hi-Hats, Slow Swaggering Tempo, Blend Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Steel Guitar, Trap-Style Drums, Subtle Synth Pads Melody-Driven, Crossover Track

V4.5

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I clean up good in a three-piece coat,
But I’m back in boots by the time I’m home.
Ain’t traded in that simpler pace—
Just picked up a faster place.

[Chorus]
I shake hands where the money talks,
Rub elbows under chandeliers and lofts.
But I grill out with my kin on Friday nights,
Shoot the breeze 'til the stars show light.
I might dress up when the deals get done,
But I fish in boots when the workday’s run.
Call me what you want, but I know where I’m from—
I’m still country.

[Verse 2]
Got a nice watch and a leather brief,
But the dash in my truck’s got a Bible underneath.
Front row at a gala in a high-rise hall,
But I’d rather hear crickets and a whippoorwill call.
Ain’t forgot how I was raised—
Yes sir, no ma’am, and bless your days.

[Pre-Chorus]
They think I’ve changed ‘cause I fly first class,
But I still wave when the tractors pass.
It’s the same ol’ me in a different light—
One foot in a farm, one in a city night.

[Bridge]
From cattle guards to conference calls,
From dirt roads to marble halls,
I ain’t forgot that backwoods blood—
It runs deep, and it runs good.

[Final Chorus – with lift]
I shake hands where the money talks,
Toast champagne under skyline spots.
But my heart beats in a slower song,
With porchlight nights and a fire pit on.
They can dress me up, but they can’t change none—
I’m still country.

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[Verse 1] I clock in where the skyline shines, Downtown suit, hundred-dollar ties. Talkin’ big deals with the boardroom crowd, But they don’t know I bail hay on the weekends now. Still drive my truck down a gravel lane, Where the coffee’s strong and the folks know my name. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I clean up good in a three-piece coat, But I’m back in boots by the time I’m home. Ain’t traded in that simpler pace— Just picked up a faster place. [Chorus] I shake hands where the money talks, Rub elbows under chandeliers and lofts. But I grill out with my kin on Friday nights, Shoot the breeze 'til the stars show light. I might dress up when the deals get done, But I fish in boots when the workday’s run. Call me what you want, but I know where I’m from— I’m still country. [Verse 2] Got a nice watch and a leather brief, But the dash in my truck’s got a Bible underneath. Front row at a gala in a high-rise hall, But I’d rather hear crickets and a whippoorwill call. Ain’t forgot how I was raised— Yes sir, no ma’am, and bless your days. [Pre-Chorus] They think I’ve changed ‘cause I fly first class, But I still wave when the tractors pass. It’s the same ol’ me in a different light— One foot in a farm, one in a city night. [Chorus] I shake hands where the money talks, Rub elbows under chandeliers and lofts. But I grill out with my kin on Friday nights, Shoot the breeze 'til the stars show light. I might dress up when the deals get done, But I fish in boots when the workday’s run. Call me what you want, but I know where I’m from— I’m still country. [Bridge] From cattle guards to conference calls, From dirt roads to marble halls, I ain’t forgot that backwoods blood— It runs deep, and it runs good. [Final Chorus – with lift] I shake hands where the money talks, Toast champagne under skyline spots. But my heart beats in a slower song, With porchlight nights and a fire pit on. They can dress me up, but they can’t change none— I’m still country. [Chorus] I shake hands where the money talks, Rub elbows under chandeliers and lofts. But I grill out with my kin on Friday nights, Shoot the breeze 'til the stars show light. I might dress up when the deals get done, But I fish in boots when the workday’s run. Call me what you want, but I know where I’m from— I’m still country.

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