Have you ever had a song stuck in your head?

One day driving to work, this song just kept playing in my head. I never heard it before, so I pulled over and wrote it down. I thought it was just a neat play on words and reminded me of my cowboy days back in Deadwood and time I spent on The Great Plains Buffalo Ranch.

So, I received a link to Songer (AI Music Generator) the other day, I thought why not. So I dropped my lyrics into it and my song came alive. Just like It played in my head.

Here is the song: (Click Link to go to song on Songer.co)

Light It Up, Boys

[Verse 1]
Up where the mountains carve the midnight sky,
I’m a full-blooded cowboy, livin’ free or die.
Hands on the grill, with the smoke rollin’ thick,
Droppin’ grass-fed buffalo, yeah, that’s my kick.
No kitchen, no apron, just embers and heat,
Two-inch steaks sizzlin’, can’t be beat.

[Chorus]
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Yellin’ Geronimo, flames kissin’ high!
Throw another log on, let the fire run wild,
Real men grill real meat with outlaw style.
I’m no sous chef, let’s grill again!
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Throw another log on the fire!

[Verse 2]
Got a buffalo slab, thick as my rebel soul,
No plant-based nonsense, just a carnivore’s high.
Cast iron’s singin’ with that red-hot cry,
Cookin’ up freedom ‘neath a starlit sky.
City boys can’t touch this game,
High-mountain livin’, we’re fannin’ the flame.

[Chorus]
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Yellin’ Geronimo, flames kissin’ high!
Throw another log on, let the fire run wild,
Real men grill real meat with outlaw style.
I’m no sous chef, let’s grill again!
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Throw another log on the fire!

[Verse 3]
Swingin’ axes, we’re takin’ it back,
In the heart of the wild, there’s no need for a track.
Fishin’ lines hangin’, with a cooler full of brew,
When the sun sets low, we’ll be grillin’ anew.
Turn up the music, let’s kick up the dust,
‘Cause with friends by my side, it’s a must!

[Bridge]
Smoke in the air, that sweet southern scent,
We’re livin’ like kings, down here where we went.
Makin’ memories, with laughter and cheer,
Around this fire, nothing else can come near.

[Chorus]
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Yellin’ Geronimo, flames kissin’ high!
Throw another log on, let the fire run wild,
Real men grill real meat with outlaw style.
I’m no sous chef, let’s grill again!
I’m no sous chef, just a Cherokee High!
Throw another log on the fire!

[Outro]
So light it up, boys, let’s get that fire roarin’!
With steaks on the grill, there’s no time for snorin’.
Raise your hands high, let’s toast to the night,
In this world of ours, everything feels right.

This song is protected by copyright by the artist known as Scott Prentice. All rights are reserved.