Little Joe And Big Bill

(albüm: Redneck Fiddlin' Man - 2002)

They got a dance floor the size of Texas
They got a band seven nights a week
And if you don't show up before the sun goes down
You ain't gonna find a seat
They got some grown up Texas ladies
That's made their papas proud
They like their music country
And they like their country loud
Well, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights
And the band stars picking hot
They start dancing on the tables
Dancing on the ceiling, dancing in the parking lot
You start feeling it flow from your head to your toe
And you sure are glad you come
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium

When it comes to southern cooking
They know what it's all about
They got some bar-b-q ribs and red beans and rice
Make your tongue snap your eyeballs out
And you don't wanna 'cause no trouble
Buddy 'less you're willing to die
'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you
And Little Joe will walk you dry
Well, there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans
Swinging through the swinging doors
And there's a long tall cutie scooting booty
Out there on the floor
Well I guess it's time to get in line
'Cause the house is starting to hum
Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium

Well every Saturday night when they turn up the lights
When it's just about time to close
The fiddling man takes the bow in his hand
And start rocking San Antonio Rose
When you're walking out
There ain't no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of fun
Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium