I thought a nice little songfic about Pan-Chan would be cute. This one is from Trunks' POV. The song is called 'If That Ain't Country (I Don't Know What Is)' by Anthony Smith. Enjoy!
*text*= song
text = story
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Country Pan
*Crank it
Where she grew up there ain't no roads
Out in the sticks where the ginseng grows
She floats down the river to get to school
Then her daddy come get her on an old pack mule*
There's this girl I know who lives down the street. She just moved there about a week ago. She used to live out in the country with her parents and Grandma. Her name's Pan, Pan-Chan that is. She's best friends' with my baby sister and they hang out a lot. They're both the same age and love to do the same things, but there's once thing Pan's got over Bra. Pan's a country girl.
*She back and forth from shed to shack
Checkin' on the moonshine brewin' out back
If you don't get the picture by now
Then wait a minute*
She does not dress like city girls do, she rather wear caprice pants and shirts that are too small. With a dog chain on her hip and that old red rag tied over her head, you can pick her out of a crowd faster then AOL broadband. She gets to school in a most unusually way, she takes to the air instead of waiting for that old school bus to come around.
*She's got a bible, she's born again
She's got a shotgun, she ain't afraid of sin
She got rebel rousin', rowdy friends singin' oh oh oh
She got a Trans Am, with a trailer hitch
She got horses, cows, and Dixie Chicks
Goes Honky Tonkin' just for kicks
If that ain't country
I don't know what is*
All the boys stop and stare, they all want a girl who is individual. But she has her eye on one boy and one boy only. When she turned sixteen you would think she would rush with the crowd to get her license. But this country girl wants nothing to do with cars, she rather walk from point A to B then get stuck in five hour traffic during a drive down the street.
*She plants 50 acres with a seed and a hoe
Come fall you get lost in the tall corn rows
Don't need no phone where she come from
She just holler down the mountains and the boys all run (fast)*
She comes knocking on my door to check on her girl, then the two run off doing whatever girls do. But when nighttime falls and the two return, that country girl checks out with me. She doesn't go for fancy cars or millions of dollars. This country girl just wants, what every city girl can't have.
*You might see her truck rollin' outta the woods
With a 12 point buck laid across the hood
If you don't get the picture by now
Then wait a minute*
That girl don't get why all the fuss about 'Fashion Magazine' and 'Seventeen', all she wants is 'Outdoor World' and 'Bassmasters Classic'. No prom for her, she rather go catch fireflies. Come graduation she was the only girl wearing jeans and a tee shirt under her robe. That old red rag tied on top her head, so when she tossed the cap she stuck out good.
*She's got a bible, she's born again
She's got a shotgun, she ain't afraid of sin
She got rebel rousin', rowdy friends singin' oh oh oh
She got a Trans Am, with a trailer hitch
She got horses, cows, and Dixie Chicks
Goes Honky Tonkin' just for kicks
If that ain't country
I don't know what is*
On the outside she may look like an ordinary independent girl. But deep inside, Pan is a country girl, born and raised country girl.
*If you don't get the picture by now
Then wait a minute*
*She's got a bible, she's born again
She's got a shotgun, she ain't afraid of sin
She got rebel rousin', rowdy friends singin' oh oh oh
She got a Trans Am, with a trailer hitch
She got horses, cows, and Dixie Chicks
Goes Honky Tonkin' just for kicks
If that ain't country
I don't know what is*
*I don't know what is
I don't know
I don't know what is*
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Well? I know, I had it posted before and it wasn't finished. I kind-a messed up. Well please R&R