back in colonial days when there's smoke
you grab your winchester and ride to horizon
now get your chips and sodas; come on down
let's have fun with music and some beer cans
barbecue grill is doing its purpose in precision
casting browned hot dogs and soft, juicy burger
i have extra chinese folding chairs from wall mart
an old projection tv, still work, you can still watch
today a nascar race is on as well as basketball
football we are over and done with, except signing
i have enough space for line dancing, i guess
or karaoke if anybody wanted to sing to please
but everybody's focus on tomatoes and lettuce
waiting to be united with their lips on tiny bites
i myself is ready for another one, this is excellent
that bubbly is making everybody hungry, great
nobody is driving home, just walking a few yards
cooler is still full of ice and i have bubbly stocks
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