Peter and the Peppers (Extended 2)

Intro

Sunrise hittin’ fences down a winding red dirt road

Roosters crow and dogs are barkin’ where the wild peppers grow

Coffee perkin’ on the woodstove, pie on cooling racks

Old guitars and lazy stories while the Steppers all unpack

Verse 0

There’s a patch beyond the orchard where the peppers turn fire red

Nana’s got her apron on, says “come on, sleepyhead!”

You can smell the spicy promise even halfway to the barn

Someone’s playin’ fiddle, and it’s time to sound the alarm

Verse 1

Out past the river bend where the cottonwoods grow wide

You’ll hear laughter rolling down that pepper-patch side

Old Peter got a glint, mischief in his grin

Burlap sack slung over, he’s ready to dive in

Pre-Chorus

Bootheels tapping on the gravel

Sun is high on Friday noon

Buckets clankin’, voices travel

Pickin’ peck till supper soon

Chorus

Peter Piper picked a peck, pickled peppers in a pile

He’s tappin’ boots and laughin’ loud, that rowdy rebel style

Pepper Pickin’ Party’s pumpin’, folks are lined up three a row

Those pickled peppers disappearin’ faster than you know

Post-Chorus

Hey now, pass that jar around

Hey now, stomp that steppin’ ground

Verse 2

Piled ’em in a pail, and the Steppers joined the fun

Smoky jukebox blazing while the pickin’’s just begun

The band starts up a two-step, the sawdust starts to fly

By sundown those peppers gone, and no one’s wonderin’ why

Pre-Chorus

Sunday shoes are scuffed and muddy

Laughin’ in the summer heat

If you blink you’ll miss the bounty

When that beat kicks up your feet

Chorus

Peter Piper picked a peck, pickled peppers in a pile

He’s tappin’ boots and laughin’ loud, that rowdy rebel style

Pepper Pickin’ Party’s pumpin’, folks are lined up three a row

Those pickled peppers disappearin’ faster than you know

Post-Chorus

Hey now, pass that jar around

Hey now, stomp that steppin’ ground