SMOL

  • Id:

    ed65c46686aaf0185138bbfbc14bb1c25c1ac63d48d9ae0813ade2f2f32a2f40
    safe

  • Prompt:

    Song Prompt: A gritty, down-home country anthem with stompin’ boots, slide guitars, and a gravel-throated lead vocal. The story follows a sunburnt, sweat-soaked working man—he hauls steel, lays pipe, or runs cattle—who cracks open a cold Truly after a 12-hour shift. The song flips the script: this ain’t no dainty drink. It’s ice-cold, citrus-snappin’, berry-blastin’ refreshment that don’t weigh him down. Lyrics celebrate its flavor punch, big can size, and how it cools him off better than beer without the bloat. Tongue-in-cheek but proud, it reclaims hard seltzer as a “lean, mean, jobsite machine.” Chorus should be loud and chantable, something like: “Ain’t nothin’ girly ‘bout workin’ this hard / With a cooler full of cold ones out in the yard / Light on the gut, but it hits like a truck / Crack a cold Truly, and I don’t give a—” (pause for steel guitar lick). Include shoutouts to dirt roads, tool belts, truck beds, and the lunch pail life. Keep it badass, blue-collar, and fun.

  • Image:

    Crack a Cold Truly

  • Description:

    The image depicts a man standing in a dirt field, holding a cold can of Truly seltzer. He appears to be a hardworking, blue-collar individual who enjoys the taste and refreshing qualities of the drink. The scene captures the essence of a gritty, down-home country anthem, with the man embracing the simplicity and toughness of his job and the beverage he enjoys after a long day. The dirt field and the man's tool belt further emphasize the rugged, outdoor lifestyle associated with this type of work.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Crack a Cold Truly
Tags: Country, Western, Stomp, Anthemic, Storytelling

[Verse 1]
Boots hit gravel 'fore the break of dawn
Steel-toe soul, got my work gloves on
Sun beatin' down, I don’t slow, I haul
Haulin' pipe, swingin’ iron, answerin' the call

[Pre-Chorus]
Twelve hours deep, and I ain’t backin' down
Lunch pail empty, but I wear the crown

[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ girly ‘bout workin’ this hard
With a cooler full of cold ones out in the yard
Light on the gut, but it hits like a truck
Crack a cold Truly, and I don’t give a—
[Steel Guitar Lick]
Dirt road swagger, I’m feelin’ just right
This ain’t no soda pop, it’s my Friday night

[Verse 2]
Tool belt heavy, but my spirit’s light
That berry blast hit like a fist in a fight
Big ol’ can, icy and bold
It cools me off better than the beer I used to hold

[Pre-Chorus]
Truck bed throne, I'm the king of the lot
Cool breeze blowin', yeah, I'm hittin' the spot

[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ girly ‘bout workin’ this hard
With a cooler full of cold ones out in the yard
Light on the gut, but it hits like a truck
Crack a cold Truly, and I don’t give a—
[Slide Guitar Lick]
Backyard hero in steel-toe boots
This is how blue-collar salutes

[Bridge]
I don’t need no IPA to feel like a man
Got a can in my hand, and a sunburnt tan
From the jobsite grind to the fire pit flame
Truly’s the name, and proud’s the game

[Final Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ girly ‘bout workin’ this hard
With a cooler full of cold ones out in the yard
Light on the gut, but it hits like a truck
Crack a cold Truly, and I don’t give a—
[Guitar Riff]
Raise it up high with a lunch pail cheer
Jobsite juice, it's the king of beers

[Outro]
[Big Finish]
Crack a cold Truly… and let that hammer drop.