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[STYLE: Appalachian Folk]
[MOOD: Reflective with a touch of irony]
[INSTRUMENTATION: Acoustic guitar, banjo, fiddle]
[TEMPO: Andante (76-108 BPM)]
[PRODUCTION: Studio Production]
[INFLUENCES: Traditional Appalachian ballads, folk storytelling, mountain music]
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[Intro: Acoustic Guitar Fingerpicking]
[A gentle acoustic guitar fingerpicking sets the reflective tone, weaving in traditional Appalachian motifs]
[Verse 1: Clear Male Vocal]
[The vocal delivery is clear and direct]
In the hills of Carolina, on a porch old and gray,
There lay a man named Spencer, as the night turned to day.
With a red cap on his head, and dreams in his mind,
But fate, it had a twist, oh, a cruel kind.
[Chorus: Banjo and Fiddle Join In]
[The chorus introduces the banjo and fiddle, adding depth to the narrative tone]
Oh, the turkey saw him lying, thought he was the same,
With talons sharp and fierce, it played a deadly game.
He never saw it coming, under the morning sun,
A life ended by mistake, and the deed was done.
[Verse 2: Clear Male Vocal]
[slightly more melodic line]
He was a colonel once, with honor and pride,
But the mountains have their ways, where secrets hide.
The bird mistook his stillness, for a foe in red,
And now the tale is told, of how Spencer bled.
[Chorus: Banjo and Fiddle Weave In]
[The chorus builds anticipation]
Oh, the turkey saw him lying, thought he was the same,
With talons sharp and fierce, it played a deadly game.
He never saw it coming, under the morning sun,
A life ended by mistake, and the deed was done.
[A haunting fiddle solo takes the lead, capturing the eerie and tragic atmosphere]
[Verse 3: Clear Male Vocal]
[The final verse is delivered with a reflective tone, the story nearing its end]
Now the story lingers, in the hearts that know,
How the mountains claimed a man, with a fatal blow.
A turkey's simple instinct, a life laid to rest,
In the hills of Carolina, where the tale is best.
[Chorus: Full Instrumentation]
[The final chorus swells with all instruments, adding weight to the closing lines]
Oh, the turkey saw him lying, thought he was the same,
With talons sharp and fierce, it played a deadly game.
He never saw it coming, under the morning sun,
A life ended by mistake, and the deed was done.
[Outro: Fading Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, and Fiddle]
[The instruments gently fade]
[End]
He never saw it coming, under the morning sun,
A life ended by mistake, and the deed was done.
[Verse 3: Clear Male Vocal]
[The final verse is epic]
Now the story lingers, in the hearts that know,
How the mountains claimed a man, with a fatal blow.
A turkey's simple instinct, a life laid to rest,
In the hills of Carolina, where the tale is best.
[Chorus: Full Instrumentation]
[The final chorus swells with all instruments, adding weight to the closing lines]
Oh, the turkey saw him lying, thought he was the same,
With talons sharp and fierce, it played a deadly game.
He never saw it coming, under the morning sun,
A life ended by mistake, and the deed was done.
[Outro: Fading Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, and Fiddle]
[The instruments gently fade]
