[Verse] Sunday supper down on Granny's farm, Big ol' spread that'll do some harm, Country ribs slathered in that sauce, Plate so heavy, you pay no cost. [Chorus] Gained a pound for every bite, Baked beans keeping me up all night, Pasta salad on the side, Getting fat, but it's worth the ride. [Verse 2] Grillin' smoke rises in the air, Breezy day in a rocking chair, Hickory scent clingin' to my shirt, But those ribs, man, they’re worth the hurt. [Chorus] Gained a pound for every bite, Baked beans keeping me up all night, Pasta salad on the side, Getting fat, but it's worth the ride. [Bridge] Oh, the sweet regret that we all share, Licking sauce from our fingers while we sit and stare, Nothing’s tastier than Mama’s love, It’s a flavor sent from above. [Verse 3] Late night stroll beneath the stars, Full belly, strummin' my guitar, Country ribs, they sure take a toll, But they fill a hungry soul.
