Family Man

Out in the yard

where the summer winds pass,

You’ll find Big Schramm pushin’ that mower through the grass.

He’s got lines so straight

they’d make a farmer proud,

Kickin’ up that dust with the engine hummin’ loud.

When his mama needs a project,

he’s already set,

With a hammer and a smile,

he ain’t missed one yet.

’Cause he’s Big Schramm—livin’ life just right,

Workin’ hard all day,

coolin’ off at night.

From the backyard breeze to that pool so blue,

He dives right in like country folks do.

And when the smoker starts rollin’ and the sun dips near,

He’s smokin’ good meat

with a nice cold beer.

(yeah,

just right)

He’s the kind of man

who’ll fix a fence post strong,

Then flip some ribs on the smoker like he’s done it all

along.

Barefoot on the deck

with the radio on low,

Watchin’ that pool water shimmer and glow.

He’s got pride in his home,

in his family, his land,

A simple kind of joy

that only he understands.

Yeah, he’s Big Schramm—livin’ life his way,

Turnin’ every little chore into a fine summer day.

From mowin’ that yard to keepin’ things clear,

To smokin’ up a storm with a cold,

cold beer.

Some folks chase big dreams far down the line,

But Schramm finds his heaven where the yard meets the pines.

Helping his mama,

takin’ life slow—

That’s the kind of peace only real folks know.

Oh, Big Schramm—country strong and true,

If there’s work to be done,

he’s the first to come through.

From the poolside laughs to the smoker’s cheer,

He’s a backyard legend,

year after year. Yeah,

Big Schramm—raise your glass high here,

To the man smokin’ meat

with a nice cold beer.

(oh raise 'em up high!)

(Cold beer, yeah)