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Pan
(Verse 1)
TikTok live, pushin’ half past ten,
Scrollin’ through the dark with some rowdy friends,
David Lee hostin’ like a back porch band,
Myles pickin’ chords with a calloused hand.
No try pod stand, no Hollywood plan,
Just a rubber boot and a Jif jar can,
Phone propped up like a farmyard fan,
That’s high-tech work for a country man.
(Chorus)
We don’t need a stage or a spotlight tan,
Just a six-string truth and a little faith plan,
Late-night pickin’ till the rooster ran,
Livin’ life by a rubber boot and a fryin’ pan.
Yeah the world may shout but we understand,
There’s power in love… and a fryin’ pan.
(Verse 2)
Myles was singin’ like the records of old,
Gravel in his voice, heart made of gold,
Then off-screen footsteps hit the floor,
Every married man’s heard that sound before.
She said, “Kids are down, don’t wake ‘em up,
Or else, boy…” — that was enough.
He finished that verse but he looked behind,
Like a fugitive runnin’ from domestic time.
(Chorus)
We don’t need smoke or a neon van,
Just peanut butter engineering and a pick in hand,
He strummed it soft, tried to stand,
Between his roots and a fryin’ pan.
(Verse 3)
“What you playin’?” the comments ran,
He grinned, “Alvarez, my kind of brand.”
Andthony turned his camera slow,
Had a Taylor hangin’ in museum glow,
Like the Mona Lisa in his living room hall,
Said, “Don’t touch it much at all.”
David laughed, said, “Hold my place,
Mine’s in the room where my wife lays.
If I don’t come back, y’all understand,
Call the law, send a search and a band.”
He returned with a solid black case,
Opened it up like a magic act on stage,
No smoke rolled out, no big brass band,
Just a black guitar in his steady hand.
(Bridge)
Then Myles said, “Boys, I’ve gotta play
The roots that raised me yesterday.”
He hit them chords and let ‘em ring,
Old-school fire in everything.
But every line he sang that night,
He kept one eye on the kitchen light.
(Verse 4)
She stepped back in, calm and slow,
Didn’t have to raise her tone.
Just one word… “You.”
And we all knew.
Then she said with steady plan,
“Better watch out for that fryin’ pan.”
He set that Alvarez in its stand,
Like signin’ peace in a foreign land.
(Verse 5)
Then talk turned quiet, deep and strong,
From outlaw tunes to gospel songs.
“What’s your verse?” David began,
Goin’ round like a Sunday stand.
Myles said, “I can do all things,”
Through the strength my Savior brings.
Anthony quoted more than a few,
Chapter and verse he always knew.
I said, “All things work for good,”
Romans eight like I believed they would.
(Final Chorus)
We ain’t famous, we ain’t grand,
Just faith and friends across the land,
Singin’ low so the kids can stand
Dreamin’ big by a fryin’ pan.
From rubber boots to the Great I Am,
That’s how we roll in this outlaw clan.
(Tag)
So if you see us liave past ten,
Keep it low, my rowdy friends,
‘Cause every house in this promised land
Runs on love… and a fryin’ pan.
Details
GeneratedMar 2, 2026
Duration4:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Outlaw country anthem, gritty baritone, driving acoustic, rowdy Southern pride vibe
Credits
Prompt by
TheWordwithTobie
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