Deep South BBQ

Verse 1: Pulled up in a rusted truck, bumper held on by prayer, Smoke rollin’ off the grill, mystery meat in the air. Grandma yellin’ “It’s fine!” while the fire’s climbin’ high, Somebody lit the propane wrong, now the lawn chair’s flyin’ by. Verse 2: Aunt Betty’s drunk again, sippin’ straight from the can, Uncle Tom winkin’ sideways at his half-sister Pam. Cousin Tim got no shame, tongue tied up with Ann, Family tree lookin’ more like a pretzel stand. Pre-Chorus: Kids shootin’ Nerf Guns at the dogs and the grill, Somebody’s cousin cryin’, somebody’s cousin will. Mama say “Act normal,” but we never learned how, Bless this mess, y’all bow your heads now. Chorus: It’s a deep south barbecue, chaos on a plate, Power Rangers fightin’ by the shed ‘bout who sealed their fate. Glass bottle hit the ground, now it’s part of the yard, Just another family cookout, sweet tea cut with lard. Verse 3: Drunk old guy tellin’ war stories nobody believes, Says he wrestled a gator in nothing but sleeves. Somebody’s Barbie Dream House meltin’ near the pit, Pink plastic trauma, smells like childhood regret. Verse 4: John locked in the bedroom cookin’ science again, Says “Don’t come in,” but nobody listens then. Fireworks in daylight ‘cause safety’s a myth, Neighbor callin’ the cops like, “Y’all gotta see this.” Pre-Chorus: Mama cryin’ in the kitchen, laughin’ at the same time, Uncle passed out mid-sentence, still finishing his line. Someone yell “Group photo!” like this ain’t a crime, Smile real big for the family archive. Chorus: It’s a deep south barbecue, no rules, no shame, Rusted truck got speakers louder than common sense again. Power Rangers still fightin’, nobody knows why, Glass bottle choir singin’ when the cops drive by. Verse 5: Dog stole a rib, now he runnin’ for his life, Grandpa swingin’ tongs like he’s defusin’ a device. Cousin say he’s “almost sober,” that’s code for “not,” Someone grillin’ bologna ‘cause we ran outta brats. Verse 6: Sun goin’ down, bugs thick as the lies, Somebody lost their shoe, nobody asks why. Barbie Dream House fully sacrificed to flame, Kids learnin’ family values they’ll never explain. Pre-Chorus: We toast to bad decisions and questionable kin, Promise next year we’ll be better then do it again. Mama say “This ain’t normal,” Daddy say “It is,” Pass the sauce, say amen, mind ya business. Chorus: It’s a deep south barbecue, straight outta control, Drunk old guy preachin’ wisdom from a folding hole. Rusted truck still idlin’, grill still on fire, If chaos had a hometown, we’d be the flyer. Bridge: Sirens in the distance, everybody freeze, Kill the lights, hide the beer, act like church folk please. Someone whisper “Play it cool,” someone cracks a joke, Cop smellin’ brisket like, “Y’all alright?” “Mostly, folks.” Bridge 2: We swear this is the last time, say it every year, Same fights, same laughs, same questionable cheer. Family’s family even when it’s wild, You don’t pick the circus, you just born the clown. Outro: So if you hear banjos, fireworks, and screams, It ain’t a riot, it’s just how we be. Deep south barbecue, yeah it’s rough but it’s true, Might be messed up… but hey, we fed you too.