Save Me a Plate

We’ve spent whole nights talking, keeping freight on the move,

About the Lord and our families, what we’ve both been through.

Steve don’t ask for easy, he asks what needs done,

Any shift on the board when he’s providing for his sons.

Raised to put the work in, raised to keep his word,

You can see it in his actions before a speech is heard.

Long dreads, work boots, showing up again,

That’s how a coworker became one of my friends.

He’s Black, I’m white—that never drew a line,

We had too much life to talk about to waste that time.

Two men finding common ground through honest conversation,

Faith and family stronger than somebody’s separation.

Soul in the smoke, love on the plate,

Steve’s got a dream, and I can hardly wait.

Evans BBQ, bring your people through,

Pull up a chair, there’s a place for you.

He’s putting in the work, keeping faith along the way,

Turning “one of these days” into something he can make.

When that fire gets going, don’t make me wait—

Brother, save me a plate!

Shirley brings ideas to life through her printing,

Shirts and party supplies—she’s got her own vision.

Both putting effort into what they want to grow,

There’s a lot behind a dream that other people never know.

His boys came to my place, put their lines in the pond,

Then climbed on four-wheelers and went riding along.

A little fishing, a little dirt, a whole lot of grins,

Those are days you’re glad you got to give those kids.

One son in the military, taking his own road,

A father watches proudly as he learns to let him go.

And above the work and plans, there’s one thing you should know:

Steve loves the Lord wherever life may go.

Soul in the smoke, love on the plate,

Steve’s got a dream, and I can hardly wait.

Evans BBQ, bring your people through,

Pull up a chair, there’s a place for you.

He’s putting in the work, keeping faith along the way,

Turning “one of these days” into something he can make.

When that fire gets going, don’t make me wait—

Brother, save me a plate!

Now Steve talks cooking, and I listen close,

But I’ve never had a rib, never even had toast!

Can’t review the sauce, can’t rate the meat,

Been hearing all about it—still waiting to eat.

You’ve fed my imagination, brother, that’s a fact,

But imagination doesn’t come with a take-home sack!

I know the man, so I’m backing the dream,

Just leave a little something by that smoker for me.

You’ve walked some roads that weren’t easy to walk,

Now you give your boys more than words when you talk.

They see you get up, see you work, see you pray,

See a man keep building by the choices that he makes.

A meal can be a reason for a family to meet,

Stay a little longer, leave an empty seat.

That’s what I hear when you tell me your plan—

A table full of people, and your heart behind your hands.

Soul in the smoke, love on the plate,

Steve’s got a dream, and I can hardly wait.

Evans BBQ, bring your people through,

Pull up a chair, there’s a place for you.

Get Right. Do Right. Keep faith along the way,

Let the life you’re living stand behind the words you say.

Steve, I’m in your corner as you build and create—

Just remember your buddy…

Save me a plate!

Faith, family, something to build,

Room at the table, a dream to fulfill.

Evans BBQ…

Brother, save me a plate.