Tommy's Place

(spk) Yeah…

If you know, you know.

Dust road, cold drinks—

Let’s go.

Down an old farm road where the blacktop quits,

Dust in the rearview, Friday hits,

Pecan trees hum in that high-desert heat,

Bass line thumpin’ before you see the street.

Big white lights cuttin’ through the dark,

Pool water glowin’ like a spark,

Garage wide open, radios blazin’,

Whole damn town already waitin’.

Pull up slow, kill that engine sound,

Soon as you step out—man, you’re home now,

Don’t matter who you are or what you make,

Everybody welcome at—

Tommy’s place, summer don’t end,

Blue lights, cold nights, all my friends,

Pool stay full, cups stay raised,

Man cave jumpin’ by the pecan shade,

No list, no lies, no fake-ass face,

Just pull up smilin’ at Tommy’s place,

If good times got a real address,

Yeah, it’s Tommy’s place.

Tom-my’s place (hey)

Tom-my’s place (hey)

If you’re good people—

You got a place.

He meets you at the door with a grin that’s real,

Says “Grab a drink, hell, eat your fill,”

Music loud, grill stay hot,

Somebody always sayin’ “damn, this spot,”

Kids splashin’, laughter loud,

Stars come out, whole crew crowd,

Doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t keep score,

Once you’re in—you’re family, for sure.

Long week gone when you hit that gate,

Stress falls off like it knows it ain’t safe,

One rule only—don’t hesitate,

Come alive at—

Tommy’s place, summer don’t end,

Blue lights, cold nights, all my friends,

Pool stay full, cups stay raised,

Man cave jumpin’ by the pecan shade,

No list, no lies, no fake-ass face,

Just pull up smilin’ at Tommy’s place,

If good times got a real address,

Yeah, it’s Tommy’s place.

Some folks got money but lock their gate,

Some got room but never make space,

A real man knows what welcome means,

Cold drink, open seat, no in-between.

(spk) Road might be rough—

But it’s worth that ride.

Hey—

If you made it down the dirt road,

You already won.

Tommy’s place, lights in the dark,

Midnight laughs, firefly sparks,

If you’re lost, tired, need a little grace,

There’s a chair and a drink at Tommy’s place,

No judgment, no walls, no need to fake,

Just real damn livin’ at Tommy’s place,

If heaven’s got a backyard and an open gate,

Man, it probably feels like Tommy’s place.

Tom-my’s place…

Yeah, we’re good here.

Tom-my’s place…