✿🤠¸.•*❀*•♥,¸¸.•✿🐎✿,¸¸.•♥•*❀*•.¸🤠✿ 🤠We invite Suno creators to join in the fun.🤠 Let's go back in time and establish a fictional town in the Wild West called Dead Men's Bend.🌵 🏚️ We invite participants to settle down. You can choose any profession, good or bad character, it's up to you. Watch out for marauding bandits.🔫 Write a song about it, mainly in the western style combined with other musical genres. The time to create the song is 20-27 November 2025. Add the tag ‘#Dead Men's Bend’ to the song title. Songs with this tag will be added to a shared playlist. 🪕 Have fun and enjoy your creativity.🎻 ✿🤠¸.•*❀*•♥,¸¸.•✿🐎✿,¸¸.•♥•*❀*•.¸🤠✿ [Verse 1] There’s a sign at the edge of town sayin’ “Y’all come in” But it never did mention how you’re gettin’ out again On the hill above the church and the old feed lot Stands our pride and joy – Baker’s Family Plot Granddad dug the first grave back in ’39 Said, “Son, if you want job security, this line is fine” And business has been boomin’ since the day he began ’Cause nobody leaves this valley in a minivan [Chorus] Welcome to the Family Plot, where everyone you know Ends up on our customer list sooner or later on that roll We put the fun in funeral, we’re the last stop on your route If you were born in Dead Men’s Bend, we’ll see you when your lease runs out Yeah, this town may never make the map, or any fancy spot But in the end we’re all together in the same old family plot [Verse 2] Mama does the flowers and the coffee in the hall Says, “Honey, grief goes better with a cookie for us all” My sister plays the organ, keeps it lively, keeps it sweet Got the kids from Sunday school dancin’ in the pews to the beat Sheriff books a burial like he’s bookin’ Friday night Preacher’s got a sermon he can reuse on sight From the mayor to the barman, from the teacher to the cop Around here we don’t lose clients, we just wait ‘til hearts stop [Chorus] Welcome to the Family Plot, where everyone you know Ends up on our customer list sooner or later on that roll We put the fun in funeral, we’re the last stop on your route If you were born in Dead Men’s Bend, we’ll see you when your lease runs out Yeah, this town may never make the map, or any fancy spot But in the end we’re all together in the same old family plot [Bridge – spoken/sung] Now don’t you get all gloomy, friend, it’s just the way things go Crops will fail and bars will close, but we’ll still be here below You spend your life in pieces, chasin’ dollars, chasin’ time But underneath this little hill, we’re finally in one line [Verse 3] So raise your glass at weddings, sing too loud at every show Fall in love, make bad decisions, live it big before you go ’Cause when the dance is over and the lights all fade to black We’ll be waitin’ with a shovel and a smile to welcome you back And on some quiet evening when the crickets hum along You can almost hear the whole town singin’ one last song [Chorus – last] Welcome to the Family Plot, where everyone you know Ends up on our customer list sooner or later on that roll We put the fun in funeral, yeah, we’re laughing at the gloom ’Cause in the end this crazy town still shares a single room Dead Men’s Bend is just a dot, a nowhere little spot But what keeps us all together is this friendly family plot [Outro] Yeah, if you live in Dead Men’s Bend, You’re already our best friend… We’ll meet again… up on the family plot.
