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Way down south, where the whippoorwills call
There's gonna be a jubilee
Folks will come from miles around to share their company
There's all-day singing and dinner on the ground
And when the day is through
There's be sound contentment at Smokey Joe's barbeque
Smokey Joe's barbeque, Smokey Joe's barbeque
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbeque
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
Your laughing be gay 'till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbeque
When the dogwoods bloom and the red birds sing
That's a time, I love to see
When work is through and the crops laid by, I dream of reality
When you can lay around in the evening shades
Relax when the day is through
Just be dancin', and be happy, at Smokey Joe's barbeque
Smokey Joe's barbeque, Smokey Joe's barbeque
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbeque
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
Your laughing be gay 'till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbeque
Smokey Joe's barbeque, Smokey Joe's barbeque
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbeque
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
Your laughing be gay 'till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbeque