Smokey Joe's Barbecue

(álbum: Done Rovin' - 1963)

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 barbecue

Smokey Joe's barbecue, Smokey Joe's barbecue
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbecue
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
You'll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbecue

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 dancing, be happy, at Smokey Joe's barbecue

Smokey Joe's barbecue, Smokey Joe's barbecue
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbecue
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
You'll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbecue

Smokey Joe's barbecue, Smokey Joe's barbecue
There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbecue
The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay"
They play it just for you
You'll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
At Smokey Joe's barbecue