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Bring 'em On Home

outlaw countrygritty 1970s Americanaacoustic guitar strumming5:04

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Lyrics

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(Intro - Driving acoustic strumming with a warm, lonely harmonica fill)
(Verse 1)
Got a letter from the desert, written in the sand
Signed by a boy with a rifle in his hand
He’s tired of the dust, tired of the fight
Counting down the days till he sees the hometown light
We’ve been trading precious blood for some lines drawn in the dirt
While the mammas back home wear a heavy coat of hurt
There ain't no victory down a dead-end road
It’s time to turn around and carry back the load.
(Chorus)
So bring 'em on home across that ocean wide
Let the flags hit the breeze with a little bit of pride
No more sending off our sons to die in foreign lands
It’s time to put the plow back in their working hands
Let the fiddle play sweet, let the cold beer pour
We’re done bowing down to the drums of war
Yeah, bring 'em on home... so we can celebrate life.
(Verse 2)
The politicians talk on the television screen
About a battle for a throne that we ain't ever seen
They’ve never smelled the powder, never felt the loss
Never laid a brother down beneath a wooden cross
Outlaw country means standing up for truth
And the truth is we’re wasting the flower of our youth
Lay the weapons in the dirt, pull the curtains on the show
It’s time for every soldier boy to pack it up and go.
(Chorus)
So bring 'em on home across that ocean wide
Let the flags hit the breeze with a little bit of pride
No more sending off our sons to die in foreign lands
It’s time to put the plow back in their working hands
Let the fiddle play sweet, let the cold beer pour
We’re done bowing down to the drums of war
Yeah, bring 'em on home... so we can celebrate life.
(Solo - Crying pedal steel and gritty Telecaster twang interlude)
(Chorus)
So bring 'em on home across that ocean wide
Let the flags hit the breeze with a little bit of pride
No more sending off our sons to die in foreign lands
It’s time to put the plow back in their working hands
Let the fiddle play sweet, let the cold beer pour
We’re done bowing down to the drums of war
Yeah, bring 'em on home... so we can celebrate life.
(Outro)
Yeah, bring 'em all home.
Turn off the war machine, turn on the light.
Let's celebrate life tonight.
(Acoustic guitar fades out with a final resonant harmonica strain)

About this track

How this r&b & soul song was made.

“Bring 'em On Home” is an AI-generated R&B & Soul song with vocals, 5:04 long. It was created in Octa from one short text description: the lyrics, melody, vocal performance, arrangement and mix were all generated from that idea, then published by @Randy Packard to the Octa community in November 2026.

The vocal leads with runs and harmonies over a slow, deep groove; the chords are rich seventh voicings and the bass moves melodically instead of holding the root. The lyrics on this page are the exact words the AI wrote and sang for this track.

The prompt behind it

“outlaw country, gritty 1970s Americana, acoustic guitar strumming, Weissenborn lap steel, twangy Telecaster electric guitar, driving upright bass, brushed drums, subtle pedal steel guitar, warm harmonica solo, mid-tempo groove, raw dusty raspy lead vocal, soulful emotional delivery, subtle harmony vocals on chorus, melancholic defiant patriotic mood, warm analog tape production, live room feel, 100 BPM”

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