Smoke Show

Eight seconds on a hurricane with a saddle and a rope
A Madera man’s ambition and a whole lot of hope
From the valley floor to the grandstand lights
We’re chasing down the glory of those Central Valley nights
The dirt is flying high at the Clovis grounds
But there’s a different kind of magic when the sun goes down
Yeah, the cowboys know when the ride is through
There’s only one scent that’ll pull ‘em to the queue.[Chorus] We’re talking Low and Slow, that Callie style smoke
Born in the dust where the broncos broke
In the 559, we’re a family line
Hard as a cold stone, right on time
From the Clovis dirt to the Madera heat
It’s a family-owned legacy you just can’t beat
No Texas shortcuts, no pride we hide
Just Tri-Tip brisket and a hell of a ride.[Verse 2] Texas got the steers, and Kansas got the sauce
But out here in the West, we’re the undisputed boss
Pop the hood on the smoker, let the blue smoke roll
It’s a family-owned flavor that’ll satisfy your soul
Mama’s at the window, Dad is on the blade
Best BBQ promise that was ever made
You can keep your flat-cut, we’re keeping it real
With a Tri-Tip crust and a rodeo feel.[Bridge] Whether you’re a bull rider or a barrel racer
We’re the finish line, the hunger chaser
From the chutes of Clovis to the Madera heat
The 559 knows you just can’t beat...[Chorus] We’re talking Low and Slow, that Callie style smoke
Born in the dust where the broncos broke
In the 559, we’re a family line
Hard as a cold stone, right on time
From the Clovis dirt to the Madera heat
It’s a family-owned legacy you just can’t beat
No Texas shortcuts, no pride we hide
Just Tri-Tip brisket and a hell of a ride.[Outro] Yeah, keep it low...
Keep it slow...
Madera’s finest.

Outlaw country(Heavy kick drum, gritty harmonica wails, and a thumping bass.)