Verse 1:
If I was a Santa Cruz County Fair corn dog
She’d be that yellow mustard on top
If I was a half slab of St. Louis ribs
She’d be the barbecue sauce
If I was a crispy Chik-Fil-A sandwich
She’d be the pickle on the bun
If I was a bucket of movie popcorn
She’d be the mints added for fun
Chorus:
She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois Summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s a sweet good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips
Verse 2:
If I was an old tire swing hung by a tree
She’d be the branch tied to the rope
If I was a steamy refreshing shower
She’d be that bar of artisan made soap
If I was a fresh Florida orange
She’d be that protective peel
If I was one of her students
She’d be teaching me how to feel
Chorus:
She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s the good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips
Bridge:
And I know no matter who I meet in this little life
There’s no one else like her, my amazing wife
Chorus:
She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s a sweet good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips.
2017
Lyric Notes: Last night we saw Lee Brice and company at the Corn Crib in Normal, IL and I had started this lyric before we went. This morning, inspired by our date night, I woke up, made some Folger’s Coffee and finished this. Enjoy!