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 and roll

But if you taste like mine, you like cider, not wine

Then 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 spirits

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 always have a song to sing

So get the frown off your face, we're gonna replace it

With a grin and a dream come true

With a pretty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbecue

Barbecue, lifts my spirits

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 pretty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbecue

Just a pretty girl dancin' to jug band music

And a mess of mama's barbe—mess of mama's barbe

Mess of mama's barbecue

A mess of mama's barbecue