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Prompt:

🎶 “We All Live in Tennessee, Don’t We?” – Song Prompt A Southern roots-rock anthem with Creedence Clearwater Revival’s swampy groove and Nashville’s storytelling soul. Raspy vocals, steady backbeat, twangy guitars, and front porch wisdom. Chorus: Hey, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? Whether you were born or just rolled in last week Red clay hearts and sweet tea speak Yeah, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? Verse Ideas: A drifter ends up in a small town with a guitar and a busted truck. Finds work, makes friends, falls in love. Sunday mornings mean church bells and fried eggs, Friday nights mean bonfires and songs by the creek. No one asks where you’re from once you’ve stayed a while. Bridge: Where the wind hums low through the hickory trees, This land don’t care who you used to be. A true Tennessee anthem — humble, warm, and rooted in the dirt.

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Description:

The image captures a classic, old-fashioned car parked on a country road, surrounded by a serene, natural environment. The car, an antique model, is the main focus of the scene, evoking a sense of nostalgia and a connection to the past. The car's vintage design and the country road setting create a sense of timelessness and a longing for simpler times. The image may also evoke feelings of wanderlust and the desire to explore new places, as the car appears to be parked and waiting for its next journey.

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Lyrics:

Title: We All Live in Tennessee, Don’t We?
Tags: Southern Rock, Roots Rock, Americana

Verse 1:

I was a drifter with a busted truck, 
Guitar in hand, just tryna’ find luck. 
Pulled up to a town with a dusty street, 
And they waved me in like they’d known me for weeks. 

Chorus:

Hey, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? 
Whether you were born or just rolled in last week, 
Red clay hearts and sweet tea speak, 
Yeah, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we?

Verse 2:

Found me a job, found me a place, 
Where the creek runs cool and the sun sets late. 
Sunday mornings mean church bells ring, 
And fried eggs sizzling while the coffee's steaming. 

Chorus:

Hey, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? 
Whether you were born or just rolled in last week, 
Red clay hearts and sweet tea speak, 
Yeah, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we?

Bridge:

Where the wind hums low through the hickory trees, 
This land don’t care who you used to be. 

Verse 3:

Friday nights we gather ‘round the fire, 
Guitars strummin’ as the stars climb higher. 
We sing our songs by the creek, side by side, 
No one asks where you're from once you've been along for the ride. 

Chorus:

Hey, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? 
Whether you were born or just rolled in last week, 
Red clay hearts and sweet tea speak, 
Yeah, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we? 

Outro:

So here's to the drifters and the folks that stay, 
This place has a way of making you feel like you’re here to stay. 
Yeah, we all live in Tennessee, don’t we?