[INTRO] [Spoken - bright, sincere, and welcoming] Well hey there— come on in. Don’t mind the noise, that’s just cousins and casseroles cookin' up love together. [VERSE 1] Got glitter on her sneakers, Totin' sweet tea in her hand, talks through the best part of the movie, still somehow caught the whole plan. Singin' loud in the checkout line, waves at every truck, slathers ranch on things that taste-buds shouldn’t rightly touch. Got a laugh to fill a kitchen, an' a sunburnt nose by June, says “I’m fixin’ to” somethin'-or-other at least six times a'fore noon. [PRE-CHORUS] But if you’re lost, hungry, heartbroke, or late— she’ll somehow make a place for you before you get a chance to say it. [CHORUS] That’s Southern hospitality— big heart, and no apology. “Y’all come back now” as a lifetime guarantee. Shootin' joy right from the heart, dressed in screen-door honesty, Maybe a little bit chaotic, But it's pure sincerity. Bless your heart, child— you look like you need some feeding. [VERSE 2] Polaroids on the fridge, All the dogs indoors, And any problem anywhere Solved with duct tape and foil. She cries at graduations, flags an' marching bands, old men an' ladies dancing, baby shoes, and notes written by hand. Cain’t whisper to save a life, cain’t leave a goodbye short, will absolutely send you home with three pounds of dessert. [PRE-CHORUS] And she don’t care if sophisticated folk roll their eyes— she wasn’t built for empty rooms or tiny sterile minds. [CHORUS] That’s Southern hospitality— pure sunshine, max velocity. Talking with both hands like it’s iron-clad family policy. Front porch philosophy, sweet and loud simultaneously. Makes strangers feel like cousins by the second cup of tea. {spoken - Laughing] Bless your heart— sit down before you blow away. [BRIDGE] She knows all the words to songs she never lived through, keeps birthday cards forever, knows every plant, just like they're friends waves at cows, and prays “take care" when eve'ning ends. [Spoken - Male, casual and amused] And somehow the whole world feels a little less sharp around her. [FINAL CHORUS] That’s Southern hospitality— messy little masterpiece. Open doors, open arms, Wide open emotionally. No shame in the sweetness, no filter on 'er empathy, just big-hearted humans turning homes into memories. [Spoken - welcoming] Bless your Heart, Dear— But there’s always room for one more. [OUTRO - Spoken, simple and sincere] Now don’t leave hungry. Seriously. Take the pie. We got another one cooling already.
