Barbecue

I need to keep my weekend free
I've got a list of things I'm needing to do
When your invitation beeped on my phone
I didn't want to read of your barbecue

I've got projects and plans
I've got things to do
But I fear missing out on good barbecue
If it's good I'll be glad
If it's bad I'll be sad
What to do?

Must have been the fact it was lunchtime
I could almost taste the smoke on the air
The smell of sweet roasted meet oak and hickory
I text you back sayin I would be there

On the lawn catching up with your Dad
Talking albums sippin cold IPA
I can tell he's as hungry as me
Killing time til the foods on the way
Puff of smoke in the air from behind a shed
False alarm, cussing neighbor his mower is dead
Losing hope in the shade thinking I had been played
When instead

A shift in the breeze and it hits me
Wafting thick ecstasy through the sky
Smell of sweet roasting meat, oak and hickory
I blame the smoke for the tear in my eye

Timeline restrictions
Outside commitments
Waiting on this list I'm to do
Cuz I've got money for
Beer at the corner store
On my way to your barbecue

Make a happy memory in the Summertime
Roast it slow, smoky low, I will go
For the sweet, roasting meat, oak and hickory
I might be busy but I still want to know
Please, please let me know
Please, please let me know
Please, please I will go



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Strickland
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