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  • Prompt:

    The flapjack bandit of middle Tennessee

  • Image:

    The Flapjack Bandit of Middle Tennessee
  • Description:

    The image features a small, animated character wearing a cowboy hat and a vest, standing in a forest. The character appears to be a mix of a human and an animal, possibly a gorilla. The forest is lush and green, with trees surrounding the character. The character's facial expression is intense, suggesting a sense of determination or focus. The scene evokes a sense of adventure and exploration, as the character navigates through the forest.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: The Flapjack Bandit of Middle Tennessee
    Tags: Country, Western, Storytelling
    
    [Verse 1]
    In the hush of dawn through the cedar and pine,
    A shadow slips past the county line.
    He's got a cowboy hat and a vest of tan,
    Half-beast, half-man, with a breakfast plan.
    
    [Chorus]
    He’s the flapjack bandit of Middle Tennessee,
    Flippin’ hotcakes while he’s runnin’ free.
    He don't want gold, he don’t want fame,
    Just syrup dreams and a skillet flame.
    
    [Verse 2]
    Folks in the woods wake up to the smell,
    Of maple and batter from his cookin’ spell.
    They whisper tales ‘round the fire each night,
    Of a gorilla-cowpoke vanishin’ from sight.
    
    [Chorus]
    He’s the flapjack bandit of Middle Tennessee,
    A breakfast rebel in the land of the free.
    He’s got no gun, just a spatula might,
    Flippin’ justice in the pale moonlight.
    
    [Bridge]
    No posse could catch him, no trap would hold,
    He's got flapjack tricks that never get old.
    A blur in the green, a myth on the breeze,
    Runnin’ wild through them hickory trees.
    
    [Chorus - Repeat]
    He’s the flapjack bandit of Middle Tennessee,
    Flippin’ hotcakes while he’s runnin’ free.
    He don't want gold, he don’t want fame,
    Just syrup dreams and a skillet flame.
    
    [Outro]
    So if you smell maple at the break of day,
    And the birds start singin’ in a curious way,
    Tip your hat to the legend you can’t see—
    The flapjack bandit of Tennessee.
    
    [End]