07/16/2026
Chuck's and the Dust
(Verse 1)
I’m drivin’ down the Mother Road,
Just lookin’ for a place to go.
The prairie sun is beatin’ down,
I roll into a tiny town.
I see a sign, I know it well,
Oh, what a good and greasy smell.
I walk right through the open door,
And drop my boots upon the floor.
(Chorus)
Oh, Chuck’s Place is the spot to be,
Down on Van Buren, yes indeed!
Got onion burgers on the grill,
That make you smile and eat your fill.
But the best-kept secret on the tray?
It’s Oklahoma Dust, hooray!
It coats the fries, it owns the crust,
In Chuck and the Dust, we trust.
(Verse 2)
The flat top’s hot, the onions sizzle,
A little salt, a little drizzle.
They drop the fries into the oil,
Away from all the city’s toil.
They shake a magic on the potato,
Way better than a green tomato.
A secret blend of spice and kick,
That does the culinary trick.
(Chorus)
Oh, Chuck’s Place is the spot to be,
Down on Van Buren, yes indeed!
Got onion burgers on the grill,
That make you smile and eat your fill.
But the best-kept secret on the tray?
It’s Oklahoma Dust, hooray!
It coats the fries, it owns the crust,
In Chuck and the Dust, we trust.
(Bridge)
You can travel far, you can travel wide,
But nothin’ beats this country pride.
Just a little bit of flavor gold,
To keep your hungry belly bold.
From breakfast plates to lunch so sweet,
It’s the best darn bite on the whole main street.
(Chorus)
Oh, Chuck’s Place is the spot to be,
Down on Van Buren, yes indeed!
Got onion burgers on the grill,
That make you smile and eat your fill.
But the best-kept secret on the tray?
It’s Oklahoma Dust, hooray!
It coats the fries, it owns the crust,
In Chuck and the Dust, we trust.
(Outro)
Yeah, Chuck and the Dust, we trust.
The best fry on the Mother Road, that’s us!
Pass the shaker, don’t be slow,
Back to Route 66 we go.
Yeah, we go!
