[Verse] Everything's red 'n' brown 'n' orange 'n' gold. When the breeze picks up you can feel that cold. An Appalachain chill rollin in like hills 'n' smoke. Harvests all came in go 'n' gather all the folks. Boys 'pullin up in their trucks loaded up with wild turkeys. Pappy's got the smoke house going 'n' he's hangin jerky. Gal's 'r' cuttin squash of every shape 'n' size. Time fer cozy meals 'n' stomachs bigger than yer eyes [Chorus] Set the table, break out last year's homemade peach wine. Pass the gravy, pass the butter, pass the sweet potato pie. 'N' then Later on tonight. Might pass around a jug of shine. Pick the banjo. Boh the fiddle. Stay up until the cold sunrise. [Verse] Granny's tellin stories, auntie's complainin bout her corns. Grand dad's busted up ole knee ain't predictin' any storms. Little one's raisin hell chased around by their mama. Couple teenages don't know we all know, that they're smokin marijuana. Everybody's passin' out round the fire in their chairs. Ma's already in her robe, got curlers in her hair. Uncles drunk 'n' he's rantin' bout the state of politics. His wife just smiles 'n' rolls her eyes, cuz she couldn't give a shhhhh. [Chorus] Set the table, break out last year's homemade peach wine. Pass the gravy, pass the butter, pass the sweet potato pie. 'N' then Later on tonight. Might pass around a jug of shine. Pick the banjo. Boh the fiddle. Stay up until the cold sunrise.
