[Verse 1]
Crack of dawn, camera crew in town
Phil crawls out, crowd all gather 'round
Shadow shows, folks start to groan
Six more weeks, stuck in the cold
I’m in the back with a cast‑iron grin
Grandma’s cookbook, napkin on my chin
Mama said, “Boy, don’t you dare”
But I already lit that grill out there
[Chorus]
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of supper (hey!)
If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn
He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks to simmer
If he’s callin’ for the snow like he some kind of winner
We havin’ groundhog for dinner
[Verse 2]
Mayor in a tux, talkin’ ‘bout fate
I’m in camo crocs holdin’ paper plates
Phil looks proud, teeth all bare
I see sausage links, gravy, and a chair
Uncle in the crowd yells, “Save that beast!”
I say, “Relax, he’ll be a feast”
If he loved spring, he’d set us free
But he picked the cold, now he ridin’ with me
[Chorus]
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of supper (oh yeah)
If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn
He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks to simmer
If he’s callin’ for the snow like he some kind of winner
We havin’ groundhog for dinner
[Bridge]
Pass that plate
Bless this plate
He chose snow
We chose fate
Laughin’ loud
Whole small town singin’ grace
“Thank you, Phil, for the chill
And this meal on our plates” (hey!)
[Chorus]
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of supper
If that groundhog curses my truck and my corn
He’s goin’ straight in the fryer, hallelujah, praise the Lord
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks, we sinners
But if he keeps bettin’ ‘gainst the sun like a winner
We havin’ groundhog for dinner