Sutter Buttes Brewing

Driving up Highway 99, the valley breeze rolls through,

There’s a place where friends all gather, Sutter Buttes Brewing’s true.

The windows shine with laughter, the music starts to rise,

Every soul’s invited, you can see it in their eyes.

Scott’s at the kettle, stirring late at night,

Crafting Water Tower IPA and Moon Sabbat’s Dark Delight.

Tavis, Owen, and Cindi keeping everything strong,

And Tyler’s at the bar, pouring pints all night long.

Raise your glass and sing, “Prost!”

Here at Sutter Buttes we love it most.

In every sip, the heart comes through,

This is home, and we thank you.

Cyrella’s been serving smiles since the brewery began,

Making every guest feel welcome, part of the plan.

Pizzas hot from the oven, burgers, fries on the side,

Laughter fills the room, good times never hide.

Raise your glass and sing, “Prost!”

Here at Sutter Buttes, we love it most.

In every sip, the heart comes through,

This is home, and we thank you.

From the almond groves to the Feather’s streams,

This valley pours into our dreams.

Every pint’s a story, every laugh’s a song,

Sutter Buttes Brewing, where we all belong.

Neighbors and travelers, stopping by to stay,

Finding warmth and friendship at the end of the day.

Scott keeps the brewing steady, traditions bold and true,

And every glass that’s poured holds a piece of you.

Raise your glass and sing, “Prost!”

Here at Sutter Buttes we love it most.

In every sip, the heart comes through,

This is home, and we thank you.

Raise your glass and sing, “Prost!”

Here at Sutter Buttes, we love it most.

Through all the years, the bond stays true,

This is home, and we thank you.