Bar-B-Que (Jug Band)

When you meet somebody that don't like soul food

They still got a soul

And it don't mean that you got no rhythm

If you don't like rock 'n roll

But if your tastes are like mine, you like cider not wine

And your very favorite thing to do

Is get a pretty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbecue

Barbecue

Lifts my spirit

I swear that it never fails

And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever

If you dare to get it under your nails

Well you

May be poor with a wolf at your door

But money isn't everything

You still got the sun and a river full of fun

And you'll always have a song to sing

Ooh...

So get the frown off your face

We're gonna replace it

With a grin and a dream come true

With a prurty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbecue

Barbecue

Lifts my spirit

I swear that it never fails

And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever

If you dare to get it under your nails

So get the

Frown off your face

We're gonna replace it

With a grin and a dream come true

With a prurty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbecue

That's a prurty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbe

Mess of mama's barbe

Mess of mama's barbecue