[Intro] Down in South Tennessee, somewhere 'round Aspen Hill, Where the hickory smoke rolls through the trees, Fire's burnin', folks are grinnin', Chicken, fresh pork and rabbit on the pit tonight. [Verse 1] Sun comes up on a gravel road, Old pickup truck and a chance of rain, Stackin' hickory, buildin' up the flame, Everybody knows we're gonna eat the same. Miss Lib's a-laughin', kids run wild, Dogs barkin' down by the river mile, Smoke starts risin' through the pines so tall, Best little Bar-B-Q joint of all. [Chorus] Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, smoke in the sky, Chicken on the grill, fresh pork and rabbit cookin' slow nearby, Sweet tea pourin', slaw, biscuits and corn when friends stop by, South Tennessee and we're livin' high.......... Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, hear the people say, Pass another plate and let the music play, Under the stars till the break of day, At Casey's Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q. [Verse 2] Cast iron skillet and the cornbread's brown, Bluegrass pickers gather round, Sauce on the table, sauce on our hands, This is the flavor of Tennessee land. Fireflies dancin' as the daylight fades, Stories get told in the evening shade, Every smile shines in the amber glow, Where the hickory smoke and good times flow. [Chorus] Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, smoke in the sky, Chicken on the grill, fresh pork and rabbit cookin' slow nearby, Sweet tea pourin', corn and slaw ready when friends stop by, South Tennessee and we're livin' high........... Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, hear the people say, Pass another plate and let the music play, Under the stars till the break of day, At Casey's Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q. [Instrumental Break] (Fiddle Solo) (Banjo Break) (acoustic Guitar) [Verse 3] Moon climbs up over Richland Creek and cedar trees, Carried by a warm Southern breeze, Laughter echoes across the yard, Life gets easy when it ain't too hard. Neighbors pull up from miles around, Boots on the dirt and a country sound, Everybody's family for a little while, Gathered around with a big old smile. [Chorus] Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, smoke in the sky, Chicken on the grill, fresh pork and rabbit cookin' slow nearby, Sweet tea pourin', corn, slaw and fresh biscuits when friends stop by, South Tennessee and we're livin' high............ Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, hear the people say, Pass another plate and let the music play, Under the stars till the break of day, At Casey's Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q. [Verse 4] Last log burnin', embers glow red, Full bellies and sleepy heads, But we'll be back when the weekend calls, To Casey's grill, down by the pasture and next winter's cow. Keep that fire and tradition strong, Passin' it down through a country song, As long as the hickory wood burns true, We'll keep comin' home to Hickory Bar-B-Q. [Final Chorus] Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, smoke in the sky, Chicken on the grill, fresh pork and rabbit cookin' slow nearby, Sweet tea pourin', slaw, biscuits and corn, when friends stop by, South Tennessee and we're livin' high. Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q, hear the people say, Pass another plate and let the music play, Under the stars till the break of day, At Casey's Bar-B-Q. [Outro] Out beneath the Tennessee sky, Smoke rolls up and spirits fly, Chicken, fresh pork and rabbit, slaw, corn and biscuits when friends stop by, We'll see y'all down at Aspen Hill Bar-B-Q. Aspen Hill Hickory Bar-B-Q..... Where the hickory smoke rolls through. [End] (Fading fiddle, banjo, and crowd cheering)
