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Prompt:

A high-energy, foot-stompin’ Appalachian jam bursting with the down-home joy of biscuits and gravy. Fueled by gritty Southern-style vocals dripping with twang and soul, this rowdy back-porch anthem kicks off with a driving washboard rhythm and thunderous kick drums that echo like boots on a wooden floor. Fiddle and banjo duel in a frenzy, while harmonies howl like a holler across the hills. It’s a celebration of comfort food and country roots—equal parts front-porch hoedown and soul-fed revival. By the time the chorus hits, you’ll swear you can smell the gravy and feel the floor shaking under a hundred stomping feet.

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Description:

The image captures a lively scene of four men playing music together on a porch. They are all dressed in cowboy hats and are holding guitars, with one guitar visible in the foreground and another in the background. The men are standing close to each other, creating a sense of camaraderie and shared passion for their music. The setting appears to be a warm and inviting environment, perfect for enjoying a foot-stompin' Appalachian jam session.

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Lyrics:

Title: Biscuits & Gravy Blues
Tags: Bluegrass, Southern Rock, Appalachian, Country

Well, the sun’s comin’ up over the hills,
The rooster’s crowin’, we’re all standin’ still,
The skillet’s hot, and the gravy’s flowin’,
Ain’t nothin’ better than the way it’s goin’.

**(Chorus)**
Biscuits and gravy, the taste of home,
Where the cornfields sway and the rivers roam,
Boots on the floor, stompin’ real loud,
We’re eatin’ good, we’re singin’ proud.

The fiddle’s screamin’, the banjo’s wailin’,
Ain’t no better way to be celebratin’,
We’re dancin’ ‘round the porch like we got no care,
The smell of that gravy fills the air.

**(Chorus)**
Biscuits and gravy, the taste of home,
Where the cornfields sway and the rivers roam,
Boots on the floor, stompin’ real loud,
We’re eatin’ good, we’re singin’ proud.

The washboard’s rattlin’, kick drums poundin’,
This ol’ back porch, yeah, it’s all resoundin’,
We got our hands up high, and the moon’s comin’ down,
This ol’ country life is the best around.

**(Bridge)**
It’s the heart of the South, it’s the soul we keep,
The rhythm runs deep, and the food we’ll eat,
With every stomp and every cheer,
You’ll know that the good times are always near.

**(Chorus)**
Biscuits and gravy, the taste of home,
Where the cornfields sway and the rivers roam,
Boots on the floor, stompin’ real loud,
We’re eatin’ good, we’re singin’ proud.

**(Outro)**
Biscuits and gravy, oh that’s the life,
Country to the core, and it feels so right.