Out in a town where the longhorns graze
Dust on the boots and the sun sets blaze
Rode in a rig with a license from Rome
Tony DiMarco was far from home

He bought a saloon where the draft once flowed
Turned the bar into dough that rose and glowed
Hung a sign carved from cedar and brass
"Pizza Ranch - Where Cultures Clash!"

It's a mandolin-meets-cowboy kind of jam
Spaghetti westerns with a side of ham
Where the boots tap time to a gypsy drag
Down at Tony's place - the Pizza Ranch Rag!

Cowboys rolled in with their belts hung tight
Ordered "meatball pie" every Friday night
With jalapeños baked in the crust
And parmesan shavings kicked up dust

Old Sheriff Lee took a bite and cheered
Said, "Best dang meal I've had in years!"
Then picked up a fiddle and joined the song
While Tony picked mandolin all night long

It's a mandolin-meets-cowboy kind of jam
A ranch-hand rag with a Tuscan slam
Where the boots tap time to a gypsy drag
In that wild frontier - the Pizza Ranch Rag!

There's lasagna in the saddlebags
Mozzarella rolled in burlap rags
They serve espresso with pecan pie
And the jukebox plays "That's Amore" on high

The cattlemen came, said, "This here's bold
We never knew crust could strike gold!"
They tipped their hats and raised a glass
To Tony's taste and cowboy class

Now every dusk 'til the fire turns low
They dance the tarantella real slow
And folks all hum as they lick the pan
Where Tuscany met the Rio Grande

It's a mandolin-meets-cowboy kind of jam
A sauce-stained tale of a boogie slam
Where the boots tap time to a gypsy drag
At the rootin'-tootin' Pizza Ranch Rag!