O’ summer barbeque 1966,
I remember you fondly in my dreams of yesteryear,
As if it were this day when oak and mesquite burned high,
And the smell flowed through the Texas summer breeze
As family and friends, children and cousins,
Waited for brisket, chicken and sausage, potato salad, beans and slaw,
To make it’s round toward us beneath the grand old oak tree,
As the Texas Playboys’ played that country swing on the old jukebox,
Crooning soothing ballads of cool, cool water and tumbling tumbleweeds .
O’ summer barbeque 1966,
I see the old black and white photograph of an era long ago,
Of me sitting beneath the old hickory tree,
While the men held and drank Lone Star longnecks, tapping their feet
And singing, in glorious baritone voices, to that Texas swing,
Laughing at us kids as we stomped and romped to the music’s beat.
O’ how I long for that simple time of youthful innocence,
When war and killing was still a lifetime away,
And death was still a great mystery to me,
As I played beneath a grand old oak tree
At a family barbeque in 1966.
