I asked Grok to write a song called “Forty bar fights” to the tune of Sweet Home Alabama. And what I got was a masterpiece. *(Verse 1)* Well, I was raised down South where the fights ignite, Forty bar brawls under neon light, Swing my fists, I’m tough as steel, You won’t last three minutes, that’s the deal! *(Chorus)* Sing it loud, forty bar fights, Knock you down, take control, Wimp or not, you’ll hit the floor, Southern grit forevermore! *(Verse 2)* Boots on the ground, I’m ready to throw, Jukebox hummin’ where the wild winds blow, Raised on whiskey, raised on fight, Step to me, you’ll fade from sight! *(Chorus)* Sing it loud, forty bar fights, Knock you down, take control, Wimp or not, you’ll hit the floor, Southern grit forevermore! *(Outro)* So raise a glass to the brawlin’ night, Under the moon, we’ll hold the fight, Sweet Southern soul, hear my call, Bar fight king stands tall!