Kinfolks & Potato Salad

[intro]
Yeah! Pick it up now!

[verse 1]
Every third Sunday in July we gather 'round,
Grandma's barn on the old Route 9 ground,
Cousins kissin' cheeks that we can't place with a name,
Same burgers, same bugs, same family flame.

[verse 2]
Uncle Roy brought his deviled eggs again,
Aunt June says the recipe's a sin,
Grandpa swears the deed belongs to him,
And the whole darn valley heard the both of 'em.

[chorus]
Pass the potato salad, pass the blame,
We been fussin' since the covered-wagon days,
Blood is thicker, tempers quicker,
Lord, I love this crazy picture—
Hollerin' kinfolks in the summertime haze.

[verse 3]
Little Junebug knocked the washtub over, boom,
Cold sweet tea on the groom's side of the room,
Somebody hollered, "Who invited Dale?"
Dale just grinned and passed the mayonnaise pail.

[bridge]
But when the sun sinks low and the fiddle whines,
Somebody always starts talkin' 'bout the old home pines,
Then we're all singin', arms around,
Squabblin' harmonies, sweetest sound.

[chorus]
Pass the potato salad, pass the blame,
We been fussin' since the covered-wagon days,
Blood is thicker, tempers quicker,
Lord, I love this crazy picture—
Hollerin' kinfolks in the summertime haze.

[outro]
Same time next year, don't be late,
Bring your grudge and a clean plate,
Family feud—honey, that's just fate,
See y'all at the gate!