East Evans Creek

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[Verse 1] Down at East Evans Creek I read that board in smoke Seventeen sausages deep And I laughed till I nearly choked Huge Italian on the left Patties stacked in rows Small summer sausages Rolling where the hot wind blows The menu board said, clear as day “Sausage lings and vegetation” I blinked twice, then stared again Like I’d wandered into legend [Pre-Chorus] One line, then another Kept climbing up the wall I said, “How many links is this?” They said, “Buddy, count ’em all” [Chorus] Seventeen sausages Seventeen sausages East Evans Creek is calling out Seventeen sausages Big ones, small ones Spicy, sweet, and bold Seventeen sausages And the story still unfolds [Verse 2] There was garlic, there was fennel There was pepper with a bite There was one that looked so serious It could win a bar fight One had mustard in the casing One had smoke on its sleeve One sat next to the vegetation Like it had somewhere to be I saw links like little questions I saw patties like a dare I saw folks lined up and grinning With that hungry creekside stare [Pre-Chorus] One line, then another Kept climbing up the wall I said, “How many links is this?” They said, “Buddy, count ’em all” [Chorus] Seventeen sausages Seventeen sausages East Evans Creek is calling out Seventeen sausages Big ones, small ones Spicy, sweet, and bold Seventeen sausages And the story still unfolds [Bridge] The ash went drifting over The board kept holding strong Vegetation on the side But the sausage stole the song I don’t know who made that menu I don’t know who wrote that fate But I’d drive back to that fire road For number eighteen [Chorus] Seventeen sausages Seventeen sausages East Evans Creek is calling out Seventeen sausages Huge Italian, patties Small summer, line by line Seventeen sausages And I’d order every time