Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a breeze blowin’ in through the old screen door,
And somethin’ smells like heaven on that kitchen floor.
Gina’s hummin’ sweet while she stirs the pot,
And Travis flips the bratwurst, sizzlin’ hot.

She’s dancin’ ‘round in her faded jeans,
He’s got the tongs like a grillin’ machine.
And I’m just watchin’ with a hungry grin,
’Cause dinner like this makes you feel like kin.

[Chorus]
Oh, Gina and Travis, cookin’ side by side,
Bratwurst, veggies, and homemade fries.
Love on the stove and joy in the air,
Nothin’ like supper when they’re both there.
From the sizzle to the spice, it’s a family win,
Yeah, it’s more than a meal — it’s the life we’re in.

[Verse 2]
Zucchini’s roastin’, onions fryin’ brown,
And Travis sneaks a fry when she ain’t lookin’ ’round.
Gina rolls her eyes, but you know she’s smilin’,
That kitchen love’s been growin’ a while.

They move like a team, like a country song,
Where nothin’ feels rushed and nothin’s wrong.
With a plate full of heart and a table full of grace,
You taste the love in every place.

[Chorus]
Oh, Gina and Travis, cookin’ side by side,
Bratwurst, veggies, and homemade fries.
Love on the stove and joy in the air,
Nothin’ like supper when they’re both there.
From the sizzle to the spice, it’s a family win,
Yeah, it’s more than a meal — it’s the life we’re in.

[Bridge]
Some folks chase fortune, some run for fame,
But I’ve got everything with my last name.
‘Cause when supper’s on and love’s cookin’ too,
Ain’t no place I’d rather be than this view.

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, Gina and Travis, they’re the heart of this home,
Turning simple meals into a love well-known.
Bratwurst, veggies, and those golden fries,
Served with laughter and starry skies.
It ain’t just dinner, it’s where we begin—
Yeah, this is what family’s always been.

[Outro]
So pull up a chair, don’t let it get cold,
At Gina and Travis’s — the love’s always bold.