BBQ Artist by Fishboy

Track 4 from Waitsgiving 2021
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lyrics:
I was raised in smoke as a kid
In the BBQ shack my dad’s dad built with him
And every afternoon sauce from our chins
Dripped on the patio
Dad sang while prepping the ribs
My son, every step adds up in the long run
So I set in place as I grew
I Planted projects that patiently bloomed
I would paint patrons with bbq
Sculpted our smoker
You know her as Piggy Sue my love
She’s got a smoke stack stuck in her lungs
She’s going a quote smack clear cross her front
Every step adds up in the long run
And in 20 years
Word got out
My art covered the shack now a house
Best in state till the morning we found
The building had burned to the ground
It sucks
Losing something you love
Should add up, I’m not sure it does
I’ll do the math waiting for the long run
We pulled the pig from the ash
Fresh coat of pink, garden hose bath
Put her on wheels, rolled her out back
Then went to work on a snow cone shack
My son will ask about a song I once sung
With a purple stain on my tongue
Every step adds up in the long run
Artwork by Andy Hirsch: aforandy.com/
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