[Verse]
The sun comes up on this sleepy town,
D9 Country Market's the best around.
The coffee's brewing, biscuits rise,
Under that painted blue morning sky.
[Chorus]
Breakfast served with a neighborly smile,
Comfort food that'll stay awhile.
Pancakes stacked, syrup runs sweet,
Country mornings just can't be beat.
[Verse 2]
The smell of bacon, eggs on the griddle,
Old Hank plays soft from a counter-side fiddle.
Ms. Loretta calls me "honey, babe,"
D9 breakfasts I can't evade.
[Chorus]
Breakfast served with a neighborly smile,
Comfort food that'll stay awhile.
Pancakes stacked, syrup runs sweet,
Country mornings just can't be beat.
[Bridge]
Family's here at every table,
Sewing lives like threads and cables.
Filling hearts as well as plates,
This market makes those mornings great.
[Verse 3]
Old man Earl tells a story or two,
By the screen door where the sunlight’s blue.
"Pass the gravy," someone calls aloud,
The D9’s love draws quite a crowd.