Prompt / Lyrics
(Up-tempo 6/8 shuffle, big twin fiddles kick it off screamin’) [Intro – Fiddle rips hard] Verse 1 Raised on red-dirt roads where the Arkansas runs wide Cold RC, Friday nights, and a Skynyrd song for a ride Daddy said “Keep your heart on fire and your boots in the clay” So I grabbed this fiddle and learned how to make the whole bar sway Chorus Rasico! Hey Rasico! Little Rock down to San Antone He could bury a three from half-court, then ship out with the combat zone Fought like hell in the desert, came home droppin’ forty every game Now he’s pullin’ pipe in the oil patch, black gold runnin’ through his veins Got a smoke-show blonde in the shotgun seat, hair blowin’ in the wind Rasico, brother, crank that jukebox again If heaven ain’t got backroads and cold beer with my friends It ain’t the place I’m goin’ [Fiddle break – hot and nasty] Verse 2 Rolled in on leave with sand still in his boots back in ’09 Whole town stood tall when that soldier walked the line Hit the gym, crossed three defenders, left ‘em reachin’ for air Smiled and said “That’s how we do it down in Arkansas, boys—fair and square” Bridge Rigs are loud, nights are long, three on, one back home But when that blonde leans out the window singin’ harmony alone Every mile he’s missin’ her turns into a steel guitar song Chorus (louder) Rasico! Hey Rasico! Turn it up and let her rip Here’s to soldiers, dreamers, and the girls on their hip Rasico, my brother, this one’s raised up high If the good Lord made anything better, He’s keepin’ it on the other side [Final fiddle solo goes berserk, band slams the last chord] Yeah… Rasico from Little Rock Play it, son. (2,312 characters)
Tags
Want this to be in the style of Good ole Roxy top and Sweet Home Alabama with a flaring fiddle solo from Big Mac
Duration
2:59
Instrumental
No
Created
11/27/2025