Barbeque And Blue Jeans

Lyrics

The sun’s hanging high, it’s a perfect day,
Got the grill fired up, the American way.
Neighbors walking over, the mood is light,
Lawn chairs out, we're set for the night.

Then down the road, comes a sweet surprise,
Her smile's as warm as the July skies.

She’s got a laugh that fills up the scene,
Falls for the charm of a backyard dream.
From the way she moves to the way she leans,
She loves my barbecue and my blue jeans.

Her sun-dress flutters in the summer breeze,
She's the kind of view that puts a heart at ease.
Grabbing a plate, she joins the line,
Says, "That smoked brisket smells divine."

With a flip of her hair, she steals the show,
Under the string lights, a soft glow.

She’s got a laugh that fills up the scene,
Falls for the charm of a backyard dream.
From the way she moves to the way she leans,
She loves my barbecue and my blue jeans.

We talk over music, low and sweet,
Finding out that our rhythms neatly meet.
As the stars pop out, I take her hand,
Spinning her round, to the bandstand.

As the fireflies dance in the night's embrace,
A tender look crosses her face.
We're just two souls, letting go of plans,
Lost in the music, and slow dance fans.

And as the night grows softly old,
Our smiles reflect stories untold.

She’s got a laugh that fills up the scene,
Falls for the charm of a backyard dream.
From the way she moves to the way she leans,
She loves my barbecue and my blue jeans.