Generate Contemporary Country English male vocal lyrics for a narrative ballad with an unreliable narrator. BPM sits at 122, core instrumentation includes microtonal pedal steel guitar, delay-effect banjo, theremin-like fiddle, synth-processed jaw harp, electronic trigger washboard, and spoons drum kit, set in warped mixolydian mode. The story follows a part-time corn maze security guard who accidentally stumbles on a annual small-town scarecrow poker tournament where the stakes are lost childhood memories and vintage tractor parts. Lean into heartwarming absurdity, subtle cosmic melancholy, and classic country storytelling twang, with space for playful yodeling flourishes during the high-stakes poker reveal verse.
歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Clocked in at the maze Lost in a golden haze Flashlight beam is shaking Maybe I'm just faking But the stalks started talking While I was busy walking Left a trail of breadcrumbs To the beat of spirit drums [Pre-Chorus] I saw a flickering light In the dead of the night Deep in the rows of green The strangest thing I've seen [Chorus] It’s a scarecrow poker game No two faces are the same Betting on a rusty gear Trading for a childhood fear Stuffed with hay and pride With nowhere left to hide In the corn-row shade Where the memories are made [Post-Chorus] Check the pot Give it all you got [Verse] Old Patchy called my bluff Said he’d had quite enough He threw down a piston head I offered a dream instead The smell of grandma’s kitchen For a belt that needs a-stitchin’ I might be losing my mind But I like what I find [Chorus] It’s a scarecrow poker game No two faces are the same Betting on a rusty gear Trading for a childhood fear Stuffed with hay and pride With nowhere left to hide In the corn-row shade Where the memories are made [Bridge] The dealer raised the stakes My shaky spirit breaks He wanted my first kiss For a manifold I’d miss I cleared my dusty throat And hit a lonesome note (Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!) (Yodel-ay-hee-high-low-too!) I showed a royal flush In the midnight hush [Verse] I walked out with a fan For a nineteen-fifty van But I can’t quite recall My dog’s name at all The moon is a silver dime Lost in the folds of time Was it real or a dream? Things aren't what they seem [Hook] Burlap hands In the shifting sands Straw and steel Spinning like a wheel [Chorus] It’s a scarecrow poker game No two faces are the same Betting on a rusty gear Trading for a childhood fear Stuffed with hay and pride With nowhere left to hide In the corn-row shade Where the memories are made [Outro]
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