Violet's Vittle Barn

Violet’s Vittle Barn   ©JackDeremiah2012

If you’re ever down near the south state line,

Do yourself a favor and spend some time,

At a little place just west of the Boy Scout camp,

There’s an old red barn with a worn wood floor,

And smoke coming out of the hayloft door,

Just a left and a right when you leave the exit ramp,

You park in the front but the doors in the back,

By the dry split hickory in a head-high stack,

Step into the dark and let your eyes adjust,

First thing that hits you is this heavenly smell,

And you didn’t realize you were hungry as hell,

And there’s a hardwood chair that the biggest man can trust,

Welcome, welcome all my friends,

To Violet’s Vittle Barn,

They got lip smackin’ love that never ends,

At Violet’s Vittle Barn,

Their fryer’s never stoppin’,

And there’s lots of bread for soppin’,

So take the drive and pop in,

To Violet’s Vittle Barn,

There’s chicken and taters and bacon-beans,

Ham loaf, corn bread and collard greens,

White bread stuffing and our special mac and cheese,

Their rare roast beef is cut real thick,

And every place setting gets a butter stick,

And homemade biscuits that will knock you to your knees,

They got both city style and country ham,

Four kinds of gravy and eight kinds of jam,

And the deviled eggs are extra jumbo size,

There’s whole catfish and hushpuppies too,

And every other Monday is rabbit stew,

And leave some room for amazing home made pies,

Pack up the whole fam-damnilly,

To Violet’s Vittle Barn,

Both regular and the good sweet tea,

At Violet’s Vittle Barn,

It’s feedin’ time adventures,

And hunger fire quenchers,

Bring Grandma and her dentures,

To Violet’s Vittle Barn,

It’s Violet’s Vittle Barn,

Violet’s Vittle Barn.