Smoke Rings & Devotion

(mhhhh-hm) Apron tied tight

over a faded tee

Midnight coal is the only light I see

Dogs at my heel,

neighbours fast asleep

Got a sacred promise

that I intend to keep

I am a believer,

standing in the smoke

Turn the ribs slow,

it's a holy yoke Let the green grass grow,

let the greens stay cold

I worship the flame till the night grows old (yeah)

Vegetables rotting

in the kitchen drawer

That garden green ain't what I'm looking for

With hickory fire and a seasoned steel grate

I am the master of this midnight plate

I am a believer,

standing in the smoke

Turn the ribs slow,

it's a holy yoke Let the green grass grow,

let the greens stay cold

I worship the flame till the night grows old (hallelujah)

Watching the embers slowly turn to gray (mmm)

Just a believer, walking on my way