Cali Style

In the heart of Madera, where the dirt meets the heat,
We’re burning Post Oak and a little Mesquite.
Keep your Texas Brisket, man, we do it our way,
Slicing Cali Tri-Tip at the end of the day.
It’s a family-owned fire, passed down through the blood,
Thick smoke rising like a Central Valley flood.
We’re grounded in the valley, but we’re reaching for the sun,
The smoke don't stop 'til the work is all done.[Chorus] It’s Low and Slow, Cali Style—watch the smoke rise,
Like a rank PBR bull between a cowboy's eyes!
Hard-hitting flavor, yeah, we’re coming in hot,
The Clovis Rodeo’s favorite—the best that we got.
From the chute to the smoker, we don't ever fold,
Madera’s own flavor, more precious than gold.[Verse 2] When the Clovis dust settles and the buckles are won,
The real heavy lifting has only begun.
It’s an 8-second dance for a Pro Bull Ride,
But we’re twelve hours deep with that family pride.
No shortcuts taken, no ground given up,
We’re the whiskey in the barrel, the grit in the cup.
So let Texas keep theirs, let the rest have the rest,
‘Cause the Cali Style smoker is the king of the West.[Outro] Yeah, the fire’s dying down to a cherry-red glow,
In the heart of the Valley, where the pace is real slow.
That Mesquite is sweet and the Oak is all spent,
Best damn money that you ever have lent.
Pass the Tri-Tip around, let the family dig in,
In Madera, out here, everybody’s a kin.
No Texas, no brisket, just the West at its best...
Low and Slow Cali Style... put the hunger to rest. "Yeah... we’ll see ya at the rodeo."

Country (Think heavy, distorted slide guitar and a drum beat that sounds like a heart beating "gate slam" sound effect)