

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:12
No
4/17/2026