Raised On Red, White & Mud

[Intro]
Back road heartbeat
Dust on our shoes
Little man ridin'
Got nothin' to prove (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Ball cap sideways
Boots on the floor
He say, "Dad, where we goin'?"
I say, "Everywhere, boy" (let's ride)
Flag on the mailbox
Flag at the game
He know every color
He know every name
Big trucks, loud pipes
Tailgate throne
We sing off-key
But we right at home
[Chorus]
That's my boy, that's my blood
Raised on red, white and mud
Hands on the bars, heart full of trust
Just me and my son and this beat-up truck
Through the fields, through the rain
Through the wild, through the pain
Ain't scared of nothin', just the man he’ll become
Yeah, that's my boy, that's my son
[Verse 2]
Dirt bike idlin'
Gravel in the air
He got that wild grin
Wind in his hair (woo)
Sunburnt Sundays
Late-night drives
Teaching him prayers
And how to change tires
Phone full of pictures
Of him and that flag
Boot prints, backroads
Dust on the tags
He say, "Am I tough?"
I say, "More than you know"
'Cause your heart stay soft
While your backbone grow
[Chorus]
That's my boy, that's my blood
Raised on red, white and mud
Hands on the bars, heart full of trust
Just me and my son and this beat-up truck
Through the fields, through the rain
Through the wild, through the pain
Ain't scared of nothin', just the man he’ll become
Yeah, that's my boy, that's my son
[Bridge]
One day he’ll drive
And I’ll ride along
He’ll turn that key
I’ll hear our song (oh yeah)
From first little ride
To his own set of keys
Every mile we take
Is a memory
[Chorus]
That's my boy, that's my blood
Raised on red, white and mud
Hands on the bars, heart full of trust
Just me and my son and this beat-up truck
Through the fields, through the rain
Through the wild, through the pain
Thank God every day for the man he’ll become
Yeah, that's my boy, that's my son

rap, Country-trap crossover with male vocals, half-sung hook and gritty rap verses. Mid-tempo bounce over 808s and twangy guitar plucks, layered with subtle banjo chops. Chorus gets wide with stacked harmonies and sub-heavy kick, verses stay tight and percussive. Occasional ad-lib echoes and drops to let key lines hit, ending on a proud, anthemic hook., hip hop, country