Dick & Ribs

[Verse 1]
Pulled off the highway
Neon arrow, hand‑painted sign
Said “Dick & Ribs, best in town”
I had to see what I’d find
Old screen door kept slammin’
Smoke rolling out that pit
Guy in an apron grinned and said
“Sit down, you’re gonna love it” (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Down at Dick & Ribs
They’re servin’ wieners and ribs
BBQ sauce on my fingers
Laughin’ like a little kid
Got my plate piled high
Grease and glory on my bib
If you’re hungry for a good time
Come on down to Dick & Ribs
[Verse 2]
Kids out back playin’ horseshoes
Grandma’s dancin’ in her boots
Jukebox hummin’ country tunes
Beer cold as the truth
He slapped down that steaming tray
Said, “Careful, that flavor bites”
One big bite and I was hooked
Guess I’m comin’ back tonight (hey!)
[Chorus]
Down at Dick & Ribs
They’re servin’ wieners and ribs
BBQ sauce on my fingers
Laughin’ like a little kid
Got my plate piled high
Grease and glory on my bib
If you’re hungry for a good time
Come on down to Dick & Ribs
[Bridge]
Some folks pray in churches
Some find heaven where they live
Me, I close my eyes and see
That red sign, Dick & Ribs
[Chorus]
Down at Dick & Ribs
They’re servin’ wieners and ribs
BBQ sauce on my fingers
Laughin’ like a little kid
Got my plate piled high
Grease and glory on my bib
If you’re hungry for a good time
Come on down to Dick & Ribs

country, Laid-back modern country bar-band feel; twangy Telecaster licks, brushed snare, and upright bass. Male vocals, easy storytelling in the verses; big singalong chorus with stacked harmonies and a crowd-chant vibe. Add a little honky-tonk piano on turnarounds, with a brief guitar fill between chorus and verse. Warm, slightly gritty vocal tone up front in the mix.