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  • Id:

    16ba5752fc228dc4dac405f1cbc9bf5ec3bfb0b9147ec951dd46c864d70bb164
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  • Prompt:

    A thunderous Appalachian stomp that celebrates the soulful glory of biscuits and gravy. This track hits hard with pounding drums that land like work boots on dirt, driving a rhythm you feel in your chest. The washboard scrapes with raw intensity, locking in with a deep, gritty groove. Southern-style vocals cut through the mix—rough-edged, full of swagger and soul—delivering lyrics that drip with flavor and pride. It’s a wild, joyful shout from the hollers, where every beat feels like a celebration of Southern comfort and culinary salvation. This isn’t just a song—it’s a full-bodied, grease-slicked revival.

  • Image:

    Biscuits and Gravy Revival

  • Description:

    The image depicts a lively scene of three men playing guitars in a forest setting. They are surrounded by trees, creating a sense of harmony with nature. The men are dressed in cowboy hats, adding a touch of western flair to the scene. The guitars they play are prominently featured, with one guitar on the left side, another in the middle, and the third on the right side of the image. The men appear to be enjoying their time together, playing music and embracing the outdoors.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Biscuits and Gravy Revival
Tags: Southern Rock, Appalachian, Blues Rock

Well, the skillet's hot and the sun’s comin’ up, 
Gravy’s boilin’ in a pot, fill your cup, 
Biscuits in the oven, golden brown, 
Heaven on the plate, that southern sound. 

Chorus: 
Biscuits and gravy, lord, that’s the way, 
Feed your soul, make your troubles fade away, 
With every bite, we’re stompin’ on the ground, 
A holler in the hills, the flavor’s what we found. 

Verse 2: 
Granny’s got the washboard, I hear it hum, 
Boots in the dirt, boy, the work’s never done, 
But the table’s laid out, with love and pride, 
We’re all sittin' down, enjoyin' the ride. 

Chorus: 
Biscuits and gravy, lord, that’s the way, 
Feed your soul, make your troubles fade away, 
With every bite, we’re stompin’ on the ground, 
A holler in the hills, the flavor’s what we found. 

Bridge: 
The rhythm’s heavy like the dawn’s first light, 
Southern heat and a clear blue sky so bright, 
Ain't no finer way to start the day, 
When you’ve got biscuits and gravy on your plate. 

Chorus: 
Biscuits and gravy, lord, that’s the way, 
Feed your soul, make your troubles fade away, 
With every bite, we’re stompin’ on the ground, 
A holler in the hills, the flavor’s what we found. 

Outro: 
So let the gravy pour, let the biscuits rise, 
We’ll keep that rhythm rollin’ 'til the sun sets in the sky.