Smalltown trader (AI generated country song)

He'd rise with the rooster, sun greetin' his face,
Worked the farm with love and honest grace,
But his soul craved more than the fields he'd sown,
Dreamin' bout city lights and a life unknown.
[Verse 2]
Took his old Ford truck and his dusty boots,
Swapped the fields of wheat for a trader's suit,
Left behind the barn and the country road,
To chase his dream, where bright futures are sold.
[Chorus]
From the plow and soil to the trading floor,
The city called him, oh he wanted more,
But in the darkest nights, he'd lie awake and pine,
For the simple life where his roots entwine.
[Verse 3]
Missin' the church bells and the Friday fairs,
The smell of momma's pie, the cool country air,
Now it’s screens and numbers, a different kind of toil,
Chasin' them greenbacks, just ain’t the same as soil.
[Verse 4]
He learned to trade stocks, bonds, and some risky bets,
But couldn't find peace, just a heap of regrets,
All the suits and chaos were wearin' him thin,
Longin' for the farmin' days, where to begin?
[Chorus]
From the plow and soil to the trading floor,
The city called him, oh he wanted more,
But in the darkest nights, he'd lie awake and pine,
For the simple life where his roots entwine.
Music and lirycs by SUNO
Video by Haiper