Barbecue at the Red Oak

[Verse] Under the shadow of the red oak tree, Where the old folks whisper ghost stories. We're cookin' barbecue, that tri-tip rare, With the scent of smoke and tiny prayer. [Verse 2] The sun dips low, casting long dark lines, A gathering of souls with tarnished spines. Echoes of laughter 'neath the sprawling shade, Where memories of lost loves start to fade. [Chorus] Barbecue at the red oak tree, Secrets slick with sauce and mystery. Grilled over coals of yesterday’s fire, Ghostly faces flickering with desire. [Verse 3] Midnight tales on our weathered tongues, The moon above, like a bell that’s rung. We sing to chase the shadows away, But the darkness grows, come what may. [Bridge] Steel strings wail in the dead of night, With every note, our pasts ignite. A wild storm brews within our hearts, At the red oak tree, where the darkness starts. [Verse 4] With each bite of tri-tip, there’s a sting, A bitter reminder of forgotten things. We drink deep from bottles, spirits high, Under the old red oak, where memories lie.