Flames on the Porch

(whoo!) Uncle Billy's got a theory on the hickory wood

Says if you ain't crying then it ain't no good

I got the charcoal glowing a deep-fried red

While the kids are running laps

by the garden bed

Pull a cold bottle out of the melting ice

Yeah, we only do summer one way,

and we do it right

Give me smoke and fire,

meat on the grate

Got the thick-cut ribeyes piled on the plate (yeah) Let that grease

drip down, hear the fire roar

Nobody's checking their watch anymore With the backyard rolling in a hickory

haze These are the kings of the dog-day days Now the burgers

are sizzling in a cast-iron pan

With a pair of rusty tongs in my leather hand

Old-timers arguing 'bout the propane gas

We laughed 'em off the deck

and onto the grass Got the slow-cook ribs falling off the bone

Best diner in the county is right at home

Give me smoke and fire,

meat on the grate Got the thick-cut ribeyes piled on the plate

(that's right) Let that grease drip down,

hear the fire roar

Nobody's checking their watch anymore

With the backyard rolling in a hickory haze These are the kings

of the dog-day days

Give me smoke and fire,

meat on the grate

Got the thick-cut ribeyes piled on the plate (oh yeah!) Let that

grease drip down, hear the fire roar

Nobody's checking their watch anymore With the backyard rolling in a hickory

haze These are the kings of the dog-day days Yeah,

we are the kings of the dog-day days (hahaha)

Just smoke and fire,

y'all