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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sunburned shoulders
Flip-flops in the grass
Uncle Ray’s got his old straw hat
Telling jokes that never pass
Kids run wild
Chasing that red kite sky
Cooler’s full of “help yourself”
Potato salad piled high
[Chorus]
It’s barbecue time in the backyard
Smoke in the air and a six-string sound
Pass that plate, pour that sweet tea
Friends showing up from all over town
Yeah we laugh too loud, stay too late
Fireflies dancing in the pines
Nothing fancy, feels just right
It’s barbecue time
[Verse 2]
Grandma’s humming
Turning ribs just slow
Neighbor brought a cherry pie
Says, “Y’all try a slice to-go”
Dog’s on patrol
Guarding every bone
We raise a toast in paper cups
To this beat-up patch of home
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Phones in a pile on the old porch rail
Story after story, same tall tales
Smoke in my shirt, gonna wear it like a crown
’Cause these are the nights I write down
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Laid-back country band live on a flatbed trailer: bright acoustic and twangy tele trading licks, upright piano fills, brushed snare with train beat. Verses stay storytelling and intimate; chorus opens up with big gang vocals, stomps, and claps. Fiddle adds sunny riffs between lines; leave room for crowd sing-alongs and spontaneous ad-libs.
Credits
Prompt by
RemixerDreamy852
RemixerDreamy852ModelAria v5
Prompt
Barbecue time ,country, live
