Tomboymoder [she/her, it/its] to music • 10 hours agoI do not understand white people from the northeast’s obsession with country music.message-squaremessage-square35 fedilinkarrow-up148file-text
arrow-up148message-squareI do not understand white people from the northeast’s obsession with country music.Tomboymoder [she/her, it/its] to music • 10 hours agomessage-square35 Commentsfedilinkfile-text
minus-squareEvilphd666 [he/him, comrade/them]hexbear6·edit-23 hours agoWife truck dog beer gun gas A.I. Sure, I'd be happy to help create a song using those words. Here's a short verse: In the cab of that wife's truck, under the prairie sky so wide, With our loyal dog beside us, joy and love, our only guide. We raise a can of frothy beer, to life, to love, to freedom's song, In this moment, we're the toughest, with our trusty gun, we're strong. Fueled by gas and boundless dreams, we ride, two souls as one. link
minus-squarewild_dog [they/them]hexbear3·2 hours agoMy high school band wrote a country song called "dead dog in a pick up truck" that talked about how my wife left me so we could audition to play at a local bar (which looking back was super sketchy to allow us in to begin with.) link
Wife truck dog beer gun gas
A.I.
Sure, I'd be happy to help create a song using those words. Here's a short verse:
In the cab of that wife's truck, under the prairie sky so wide,
With our loyal dog beside us, joy and love, our only guide.
We raise a can of frothy beer, to life, to love, to freedom's song,
In this moment, we're the toughest, with our trusty gun, we're strong.
Fueled by gas and boundless dreams, we ride, two souls as one.
My high school band wrote a country song called "dead dog in a pick up truck" that talked about how my wife left me so we could audition to play at a local bar (which looking back was super sketchy to allow us in to begin with.)