Lamb Chop Blues

[Verse] Out on the porch, the sun's settin' low, Got my skillet ready, let the hunger grow. Ain't nothin' finer than a meal done right, Lamb chops on the fire, under the stars tonight. [Chorus] Oh, lamb chops sizzlin', on that old cast-iron pan, Seasoned with love, just like Mama planned. A pinch of salt, a dash of thyme, Taste of heaven, every single time. [Verse 2] Out in the fields, where the rosemary grows, I plucked a few sprigs for what the recipe shows. A little olive oil, garlic minced so fine, This old kitchen's where the flavors align. [Monologue] Now listen here, I’ll tell you what to do, Start with lamb chops, tender and true. Rub 'em with olive oil, salt, and black pepper, Then toss in rosemary and garlic—don't you forget her. Heat that skillet 'til it's good and hot, Sear both sides, just a couple minutes—ain't a lot. Lower the heat, let 'em cook real slow, Three minutes each side, and they'll steal the show. [Chorus] Oh, lamb chops sizzlin', on that old cast-iron pan, Seasoned with love, just like Mama planned. A pinch of salt, a dash of thyme, Taste of heaven, every single time. [Outro] Now the meal's on the table, and the night feels right, A belly full of lamb chops, 'neath the pale moonlight. A simple life, with good food and song, In this quiet little town, where we all belong.