Create Contemporary Country male vocal lyrics for a 112 BPM track in distorted mixolydian mode, core instrumentation: microtonal pedal steel with reverb, delay-laden banjo, theremin-voiced fiddle, synth-processed jaw harp, electronic trigger washboard, spoon drum kit, vocals with warm twang that slips into playful yodel during the pre-chorus. Narrative follows an unreliable narrator who stumbles on a small-town werewolf potluck support group, where members swap stories of hiding their fur during county fair pie contests and mourning lost wolf pack friends who moved to the city. Tone is equal parts goofy heartwarming absurdity and soft cosmic melancholy, structured as a conversational tall tale that gently twists facts as it unfolds.
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[Intro] [Verse] I took a left by the old mill Looking for a place to sit still The VFW door was cracked a hair I smelled cedar and winter air Long tables filled the dusty room Lit by a glow like a sonic boom They had casseroles and lemon tarts And a heavy weight in all their hearts [Pre-Chorus] Oh-lay-dee-hoo, the moon is high Oh-lay-dee-hoo, don't ask me why The banjo starts to bend and sway As the daylight fades away [Chorus] At the werewolf potluck in the pines We’re reading all the silver signs Pass the gravy and the venison stew Tell a lie that might be true Hiding paws at the county fair Blue ribbons and a lot of hair We’re just lonesome dogs in boots Digging up our ancient roots [Post-Chorus] Yeah, we're howling in the yard Keeping up a furry guard Just a lonesome dog in boots Digging up those ancient roots [Verse] Big Jim cried in his plastic cup Said it’s hard to keep the act up Last year at the apple pie bake His tail started to shiver and shake He had to hide beneath the stand With a rolling pin in his hairy hand And he misses Dave who moved to town Where they never let your hair grow down [Pre-Chorus] Oh-lay-dee-hoo, the stars are bright Oh-lay-dee-hoo, it feels so right The fiddle screams like a mountain cat I think I like a sound like that [Chorus] At the werewolf potluck in the pines We’re reading all the silver signs Pass the gravy and the venison stew Tell a lie that might be true Hiding paws at the county fair Blue ribbons and a lot of hair We’re just lonesome dogs in boots Digging up our ancient roots [Bridge] Maybe the punch was a little strange Or maybe I’m due for a sudden change I told them I was just passing through But my fingernails are turning blue The spoon-drum hits a heavy beat I’m growing fur upon my feet Was I ever really human at all? Or just a shadow on the wall? [Breakdown] (Synth jaw harp echoes) (Washboard triggers in the dark) (The pedal steel begins to bark) (We’re all just looking for a park) [Chorus] At the werewolf potluck in the pines We’re reading all the silver signs Pass the gravy and the venison stew Tell a lie that might be true Hiding paws at the county fair Blue ribbons and a lot of hair We’re just lonesome dogs in boots Digging up our ancient roots [Post-Chorus] Yeah, we're howling in the yard Keeping up a furry guard Just a lonesome dog in boots Digging up those ancient roots [Outro]
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