[Verse 1: memphis buck male MC, chanted slow and sweet over the stomping kick and the harmonica] Third weekend in May, and the river's full of smoke Hickory been burnin' since before the rooster woke Otis Lee, pit number nine, I been cookin' thirty years Got a cooler full of spare ribs and a mop that's mostly beer Then here come Bobby Ray in a shirt with his own face Matchin' apron, matchin' hat, and he's haulin' a trophy case Says "Otis, you still cookin' on that rusty oil drum? Mine's computer-controlled, I just press it with my thumb" I just smiled real slow, and I said it sweet as pie "Well, bless your heart, Bobby. Ain't you somethin'. My, oh my" [Hook: memphis MC, chanted, the stomping kick under every line] Bless your heart, bless your heart Sweetest thing I'm gon' say while I'm tearin' you apart Smile on my face and the sauce on my hands Bless your heart, you don't even understand [Verse 2: memphis MC, sweeter and meaner, the harmonica wailing] Bobby says "My ribs fall off the bone, I'm bringin' home the gold" I said "Bless your heart, they fall right off, they're tender, so I'm told" Bobby says "My sauce is secret, been in my family forever" I seen the bottle in his trash, but I said "Ain't you clever" Bobby says "I'm on the TV, got a show on Channel Five" I said "Bless your heart, I watched it once, my TV took a dive" Every word I say is sugar, and he eats it with a spoon Grinnin' like I crowned him king of every pit beneath the moon [Hook] Bless your heart, bless your heart Sweetest thing I'm gon' say while I'm tearin' you apart Smile on my face and the sauce on my hands Bless your heart, you don't even understand [Verse 3: memphis MC, chanted harder, every bar on the kick] Six o'clock, the judges come down the row with forks and plates Bobby's ribs fell off the bone before they got 'em off the grate Mine came off clean in one bite, left a half-moon in the meat Three judges shut their eyes and tapped their boots against their feet Grand champion, pit nine, Otis Lee, the trophy's mine Bobby Ray come walkin' over, and I braced me for a fight He threw both arms around my neck with tears up in his eyes Said "Thirty years you never said a mean word, you the only one that's kind" Bobby walked off happy with his ribbon, second place Thirty years I been carvin' him, and he still ain't seen the blade [Whip-Crack: the band cuts to the kick alone, memphis MC chants it slow, a whip-crack snare on each word, then the harmonica wails back in] Bless Your Heart [Hook] Bless your heart, bless your heart Sweetest thing I'm gon' say while I'm tearin' you apart Smile on my face and the sauce on my hands Bless your heart, you don't even understand [End]
