[Verse 1] Out where the gravel road twists and turns, You'll find Mr. Kurt with sleeves rolled to burn. He's got ribs on the smoker, chicken on the rack, The scent of hickory keeps callin’ me back. [Chorus] Down at Still Site BBQ, where the smoke runs deep, They’re slow-cookin’ secrets that no one can keep. Mr. Vann’s by the copper, makin’ moonshine brew, And Jimmy Tunes hums as he stirs the stew. [Verse 2] The pork butt’s tender, falls right off the bone, Brisket’s got a bark that could stand alone. The firewood’s stacked, and the flames are low, Mr. Kurt says, "Good barbecue takes it slow." [Prechorus] While the still hums soft, like a lullaby, The stars peek out, paintin’ the night sky. [Chorus] Down at Still Site BBQ, where the smoke runs deep, They’re slow-cookin’ secrets that no one can keep. Mr. Vann’s by the copper, makin’ moonshine brew, And Jimmy Tunes hums as he stirs the stew. [Bridge] The copper still shines like a new-penny dream, And that ‘shine pours smooth, clear as a mountain stream. Jimmy’s got his fiddle, playin’ a sweet refrain, While the scent of barbecue drifts through the cane.
