[Verse] Down by the lot where the cabs all rest, Smoke’s risin’ slow from the grill’s warm chest. Flames dance easy, like a sunday song, We’re gatherin’ round, yeah, where folks belong. [Pre-Chorus] The sizzle’s a whisper, the night’s comin’ close, Good times are brewin’, that’s what we love most. [Chorus] Smoke drifts high, behind the depot line, Flavors melt low, like a sweet old time. Hold your cup up, let the rhythm roll, We’re cookin’ up soul, yeah, deep in the coal. [Verse] Laughter’s swingin’, like the wind through the trees, Old stories float on a smoky breeze. Every bite’s a memory, tender and slow, Under neon lights, watch the magic glow. [Pre-Chorus] The sizzle’s a whisper, the night’s comin’ close, Good times are brewin’, that’s what we love most. [Chorus] Smoke drifts high, behind the depot line, Flavors melt low, like a sweet old time. Hold your cup up, let the rhythm roll, We’re cookin’ up soul, yeah, deep in the coal. [Bridge] Oh, the grill’s alive with a slow-burning fire, Echoes of joy, liftin’ us higher. Every ember’s a note in our bluesy refrain, Singin’ ‘bout love in the smoke and the rain. [Chorus] Smoke drifts high, behind the depot line, Flavors melt low, like a sweet old time. Hold your cup up, let the rhythm roll, We’re cookin’ up soul, yeah, deep in the coal. [Outro] Smoke drifts slow, like a lullaby tune, We’ll be back here, ‘neath the same bright moon. Grillin’ our dreams, where the good times flow, At the depot’s heart, in the warm fire’s glow.