More songs by The BossHoss
Description
Producer: Hoss Power
Composer: Hoss Power
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fire's a-cracklin' out in the yard.
Neighbors come from near and far.
We gonna sizzle and play with our toys.
Good food with good friends, life's simple joys.
Rusty old pickup parked on the lawn.
Drinkin' whiskey 'til the night's almost gone.
Moonlight dances on the grill's smoky glow.
Everybody tells stories we all wanna know.
Grill 'em all under the stars.
Singin' songs and we play our guitars.
Raise your glass, it's a summertime call.
Nothing better than a night where we grill 'em all.
Laughter echoes loud through the night.
Good mood is rising way up to the sky.
Cops complaining, "Hey, boys, turn it down!
" Oh, whoa, officer, come on and join the little round.
Grill 'em all under the stars.
Singin' songs and we play our guitars.
Raise your glass, it's a summertime call.
Nothing better than a night where we grill 'em all.
Oh, hail to life when it feels so right, under the stars and the moon at night.
It's more than barbecue, it's our way to say, love's around another day, and on and on we play.
Grill 'em all under the stars.
Singin' songs and we play our guitars.
Raise your glass, it's a summertime call.
Nothing better than a night where we grill 'em all under the stars.
Singin' songs and we play our guitars.
Raise your glass, it's a summertime call.
Nothing better than a night where we grill 'em all. Woo-hoo!
Oh, yeah. Woo-hoo.
Oh, yeah.