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Don’t shoot the dingo (Darius Rucker style)
Generate a heartfelt modern country ballad exactly in the style of Darius Rucker—warm, soulful male vocal with rich tone and emotional depth like ‘Wagon Wheel’ or ‘It Won’t Be Like This for Long’. Mid-tempo 82 BPM, finger-picked acoustic guitar driving, weeping pedal steel swells, soft drums and bass groove, subtle harmonies stacking in choruses. Key of G major for uplifting resolve. Structure: gentle intro verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge with stripped tenderness-final big chorus with layered harmonies and steel guitar flourish. Mood: tender grief turning to proud defiance and hope—mourning historical and threatened dingo culls, defending them as ancient Indigenous kin against colonial myths and tourism impacts, calling for protection and sovereignty over sacred Country. Background: distant dingo howls layered softly under bridge and outro, gentle ocean waves fading in choruses. Lyrics provided separately—follow exactly for vocal timing, warmth, and emotional delivery.
2026-01-29 12:51:39
V2.0
(Verse 1 – gentle acoustic strum, warm vocal)
Out on the red dirt, under wide open sky
Ancient songlines whisper where the wild ones run by
Rock art tells the story, burials mark the way
They been here since Dreaming, not yesterday
But the coloniser came with poison and gun
Called ‘em feral invaders, said the damage was done
Four thousand years they claim, boat from far away
But lore knows better—they never sailed that day
(Chorus – steel guitar swells, heartfelt lift)
Don’t shoot the dingo, let ‘em run free
They’re the custodians watchin’ over Country
From Kabi river bends to Butchulla shore
They been singin’ that song forevermore
Don’t shoot the dingo, hear their howl rise
Ancient kin with fire in their eyes
No more culls, no more graves in the sand
Let the dingo walk proud on their land
(Verse 2 – build with soft drums)
Twenty-five years Butchulla begged for the cap
Close the gates in breeding season, lay a safer track
Tourists feed for selfies, make the packs come near
Then scream for the rifles when the danger appears
Two hundred incidents, but who takes the blame?
Not the crowds, not the greed—just fuel the flame
John Mathew wrote it, Gilburri lived it true
Hunted side by side, family through and through
(Chorus – richer harmonies, voice soaring)
Don’t shoot the dingo, let ‘em run free
They’re the custodians watchin’ over Country
From Kabi river bends to Butchulla shore
They been singin’ that song forevermore
Don’t shoot the dingo, hear their howl rise
Ancient kin with fire in their eyes
No more culls, no more graves in the sand
Let the dingo walk proud on their land
(Bridge – strip back to vocal and guitar, tender)
Cap the crowds at a thousand, humane ways instead
Fences proper, education, not bodies left for dead
Sovereignty deeper than any colony plan
The dingo’s place is sacred—written in this land
No more poison, no more blood for the lie
Let the ancient ones live under big sky
(Final Chorus – full band, uplifting resolve)
Don’t shoot the dingo, let ‘em run free
They’re the heartbeat of Country, wild as can be
From Mary River fire to K’gari’s singing wave
They been guardians forever—strong and brave
Don’t shoot the dingo, let the truth be told
Ancient spirits walkin’, red coats bold
No more culls, no more tears in the night
Let the dingo run under moonlight
Love it!
Nice vibe
So moving